Bless the entries, always at an end
Shake a buildings pride, to where it descends
So I don't flee anymore
So my wind crashes against the shore
There's no more hope, not at all
There's hallways that look for more
The body so hollow, I want more
Closest sand pits, I claim
Set the pile so there's none to waste
"I'm just making sure you were right "
"You're just sorry there is no time"
Rubber voice, I lust for more
Tyrant from my history, please control
Rusted handcuffs, just break more
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Bless the entries, always at an end
Shake a buildings pride, to where it descends
So I don't flee anymore
So my wind crashes against the shore
There's no more hope, not at all
There's hallways that look for more
The body so hollow, I want more
Closest sand pits, I claim
Set the pile so there's none to waste
"I'm just making sure you were right "
"You're just sorry there is no time"
Rubber voice, I lust for more
Tyrant from my history, please control
Rusted handcuffs, just break more
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