Broken battalions line themselves up
Break neck speed for histories
A broken bottle blood red
More then you've ever said
Truth tears itself all apart
Limb from limb from limb
Heads roll through the soul
Eyes glaring all in red
A repeat offender of ***
A reminder of the best
Things to come aren't always
What they thought they'd be
Enough of the jogging memories
With the hippity hoppity *******
These times are moving quick
How many sticks to beat?
Long trailing roads that blast
At last prance and dance
A mediocre trial by fire
Lost letters of money's desire
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 1:00 PM UTC
Broken battalions line themselves up
Break neck speed for histories
A broken bottle blood red
More then you've ever said
Truth tears itself all apart
Limb from limb from limb
Heads roll through the soul
Eyes glaring all in red
A repeat offender of ***
A reminder of the best
Things to come aren't always
What they thought they'd be
Enough of the jogging memories
With the hippity hoppity *******
These times are moving quick
How many sticks to beat?
Long trailing roads that blast
At last prance and dance
A mediocre trial by fire
Lost letters of money's desire