what does it mean?
what does it ever measure up to?
most of the time,
Nothing.
what have you done
in the name of love
it's name is *****
i dare not speak it
not worth the breath needed to say it
here comes the snake
slithering up your arm
waiting to sink its teeth into you
it's name?
love
so what would you do
in the name of love
its a sickness
i am the cure
we all are
it survives off of amature intentions
its all a lie
choke the snake
and let something real grow in its place
something real...
that would be nice
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
what does it mean?
what does it ever measure up to?
most of the time,
Nothing.
what have you done
in the name of love
it's name is *****
i dare not speak it
not worth the breath needed to say it
here comes the snake
slithering up your arm
waiting to sink its teeth into you
it's name?
love
so what would you do
in the name of love
its a sickness
i am the cure
we all are
it survives off of amature intentions
its all a lie
choke the snake
and let something real grow in its place
something real...
that would be nice
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