The brave woman feels like water vapor
In a Room of ignorant disaster
And colorful brick walls crumble down like cheap paper
At the Hand of their Righteous Master
Where Empty Canvases and Abstract Words
Form to make art
The wise ones with skill in foolish herds
Will surely decide to depart
And how the ozone feels to The Man
Who burps and throws aside
The Man whose every which plan
From birth you shall abide!
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
The brave woman feels like water vapor
In a Room of ignorant disaster
And colorful brick walls crumble down like cheap paper
At the Hand of their Righteous Master
Where Empty Canvases and Abstract Words
Form to make art
The wise ones with skill in foolish herds
Will surely decide to depart
And how the ozone feels to The Man
Who burps and throws aside
The Man whose every which plan
From birth you shall abide!
