I put the heads of those come to reason on the walls
raised clean of explanation
I occupy observation towers swept with frost
and the listening posts during hopeless invasions
Forget it I came here to fight and
you'll bleed into your grafitti
which converted my thieves hand
into cognac soaked
mandolin adagios
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
I put the heads of those come to reason on the walls
raised clean of explanation
I occupy observation towers swept with frost
and the listening posts during hopeless invasions
Forget it I came here to fight and
you'll bleed into your grafitti
which converted my thieves hand
into cognac soaked
mandolin adagios
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