Nov 2018
Her steps filled the air with pure seduction and every step that followed left us with sweet destruction. Smoke & flames painted RED. On her lips, British Columbia is burning and we don’t give a ****. She sunk so deep inside our plans ...
(the lust that led us inside with our oil stained hands).
Lights staring deep into our eyes of sin, the same ones we hid where the damage started within.
Money passing through our worn out hands, the same ones that pulled trees from this native land. If everything was about love we could just buy it all again.
...Though her attention was far too fragile to sustain within this hazy room thick as fog, this club they built once a swamp.
Where dreams went dry. Where our world still comes to die.
(the lust that led us inside with our oil stained hands).
Lights staring deep into our eyes of sin, the same ones we hid where the damage started within.
Money passing through our worn out hands, the same ones that pulled trees from this native land. If everything was about love we could just buy it all again.
...Though her attention was far too fragile to sustain within this hazy room thick as fog, this club they built once a swamp.
Where dreams went dry. Where our world still comes to die.
