I heard my song
on the twisted radio.
It sent me on a path
that I didn't want to go.
It rang up my past
of hate and deceit.
Sad song of yesterday
gone down in defeat.
It ***** through the straw
of castrated demands.
The beat of the drum
plays in the band.
Put in my place
from every note played.
It's the last song I hear,
I don't want to stay.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I heard my song
on the twisted radio.
It sent me on a path
that I didn't want to go.
It rang up my past
of hate and deceit.
Sad song of yesterday
gone down in defeat.
It ***** through the straw
of castrated demands.
The beat of the drum
plays in the band.
Put in my place
from every note played.
It's the last song I hear,
I don't want to stay.
