Incendiary, explosive,
those gnashing teeth,
they hold us in their throws beneath
these seven gorgeous waves of angst
They expand but never contract,
leaving us infinitely searching for our center
And when we crash,
And we will crash,
I'll pray to your god you'll never surrender
If you do,
I can't swear I'll wait for you,
I can't promise I'll always remember.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
Incendiary, explosive,
those gnashing teeth,
they hold us in their throws beneath
these seven gorgeous waves of angst
They expand but never contract,
leaving us infinitely searching for our center
And when we crash,
And we will crash,
I'll pray to your god you'll never surrender
If you do,
I can't swear I'll wait for you,
I can't promise I'll always remember.
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