When I arrive would you take care of me?
We empty emotions on the count of three.
Visions of black and white, do you bleed?
The hotness of this earth,
holes in the body, do you still hurt?
A mutual destruction on my part;
rewind time for the birth
You were sent to watch over me,
an empty shell of a man with destiny.
When we get there what will we see?
"Villains of circumstance we will be,
Can you handle it?"
Little monster, are you learning?
The art of squirming.
Guardians of light and sound,
save me now or we're all going down.
Sinners, not winners, are in the round
Place me in your arms and protect me now.
Hold me like no one is around.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
When I arrive would you take care of me?
We empty emotions on the count of three.
Visions of black and white, do you bleed?
The hotness of this earth,
holes in the body, do you still hurt?
A mutual destruction on my part;
rewind time for the birth
You were sent to watch over me,
an empty shell of a man with destiny.
When we get there what will we see?
"Villains of circumstance we will be,
Can you handle it?"
Little monster, are you learning?
The art of squirming.
Guardians of light and sound,
save me now or we're all going down.
Sinners, not winners, are in the round
Place me in your arms and protect me now.
Hold me like no one is around.
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