Menace in our social incompetency
Rooted in the savage ego
Strike up talk forget the clock I know its easy
Singing alone
Be like Cupid's arrow
Piercing lips and teeth
You should grease the keen edge
with you poisonous love
Figment of an idol of a statuary
Could I have been this shallow
in our hearts our love is gold I know its easy
Melting off the ice between them
Just as starving artists live and die
I only loved you in your death
Hope that love will carry on
Far beyond your final, fatal breath
Just as doves that fly are sent aground
by winds that soil the day
by yes, that rose we rang around
by loamy earth that castaway
castaway
Don't know why
you refuse to let it in
you're worried it'll enter you
draw you out and reel you in
This is my critique
my thorn in your side