Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth
pray for us now
rebirth
Dig up my bones for
I roll in the grave,
Use them wisely, build a morbid mausoleum,
An elegy to the macabre.
A world that's a waste land pray for hope to be saved,
From swaddled in a cradle to
running reckless disastrously spinning his fable,
Echoed down for years to come
A story constantly revised yet forever left undone.
Eliot your nightmare smiles through this
Faded century,
Hollow men we are
Dead men lost in rat's alley
Where we lost our bones to
A false God named Tech springing from a silicon valley.
Getting through time without a grey hair
I understand love lost its way in the watery space
somewhere between Vega and Altair
Shantih. Hours Hours Hours
Pray Hours Hours
for Hours
me
now
and
at
my
death
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth
pray for us now
rebirth
Dig up my bones for
I roll in the grave,
Use them wisely, build a morbid mausoleum,
An elegy to the macabre.
A world that's a waste land pray for hope to be saved,
From swaddled in a cradle to
running reckless disastrously spinning his fable,
Echoed down for years to come
A story constantly revised yet forever left undone.
Eliot your nightmare smiles through this
Faded century,
Hollow men we are
Dead men lost in rat's alley
Where we lost our bones to
A false God named Tech springing from a silicon valley.
Getting through time without a grey hair
I understand love lost its way in the watery space
somewhere between Vega and Altair
Shantih. Hours Hours Hours
Pray Hours Hours
for Hours
me
now
and
at
my
death
