Scattered thoughts on the pavement
Brown glass lacing our palms
Bruises with a pain, a calm
With not a drop of sweat
We chose explosion
Flash inspiration
A generation burnt aspiration
Built on a broken foundation
Children with pen to sins
Writing plans on how to stand
But the paper burns up in our hands
Angel's Fell, this hell we live in
We'll stand without a hint or explanation
Broken backs, weighed down with patience
With nothing but the disturbance of our laughter
Burning your world, lies, love, dynamite but
We will, rebuild
From fire, from hell
Destroy and believe in
The smoke of Eden
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
Scattered thoughts on the pavement
Brown glass lacing our palms
Bruises with a pain, a calm
With not a drop of sweat
We chose explosion
Flash inspiration
A generation burnt aspiration
Built on a broken foundation
Children with pen to sins
Writing plans on how to stand
But the paper burns up in our hands
Angel's Fell, this hell we live in
We'll stand without a hint or explanation
Broken backs, weighed down with patience
With nothing but the disturbance of our laughter
Burning your world, lies, love, dynamite but
We will, rebuild
From fire, from hell
Destroy and believe in
The smoke of Eden