there isn't all that much to worship
but the long fingers of some unknown
god granting us with melody
and meaning
or maybe this girl of my dreams
she sells sea shells by the slaughterhouse
a real diamond in the rough
saving dimes to escape from ****** mountain
I found truth in a forgotten library
the rise of the blue lotus
watered by the flooding of pain
dawn appears
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
there isn't all that much to worship
but the long fingers of some unknown
god granting us with melody
and meaning
or maybe this girl of my dreams
she sells sea shells by the slaughterhouse
a real diamond in the rough
saving dimes to escape from ****** mountain
I found truth in a forgotten library
the rise of the blue lotus
watered by the flooding of pain
dawn appears
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