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Countdown T-10 to the unknown I built this city stone on stone I worked my hands down to the bone Overgrown and unknown Completely alone and terrified Pesticide Rotten soul and acid eye Crumble and forget Lock the memories around your neck Lock the prisoners underground Lock your mouth into that frown What now, is beautiful? In the street the women march, Glorify the marble arch. Here we go and here we stay Turtle smile and tremble Oh how child you do resemble A woman I once knew. Oh how she destroyed me through and through How she brought rot to my core Your lips, Her beautiful eyesore All you are and so much more Mirror-bound like a broken sword Cling to the promise of the patient Lord. In the street the women march Glorify the marble arch And sing sweetly Let the music fill the air Let the treble clefs fill the cracks in your bones Let us melt and merge these thrones Tender treason undertones. Throw the darkness all away or hide it behind the beating of your heart First to finish, last to start Slit your wrists and call it art Scattered pieces torn apart And here is where it all begins The women, they march on every avenue whispering the secrets of me and you but if only they knew, If only they really truly knew. And what now, is beautiful?
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
The Edge
Countdown T-10 to the unknown I built this city stone on stone I worked my hands down to the bone Overgrown and unknown Completely alone and terrified Pesticide Rotten soul and acid eye Crumble and forget Lock the memories around your neck Lock the prisoners underground Lock your mouth into that frown What now, is beautiful? In the street the women march, Glorify the marble arch. Here we go and here we stay Turtle smile and tremble Oh how child you do resemble A woman I once knew. Oh how she destroyed me through and through How she brought rot to my core Your lips, Her beautiful eyesore All you are and so much more Mirror-bound like a broken sword Cling to the promise of the patient Lord. In the street the women march Glorify the marble arch And sing sweetly Let the music fill the air Let the treble clefs fill the cracks in your bones Let us melt and merge these thrones Tender treason undertones. Throw the darkness all away or hide it behind the beating of your heart First to finish, last to start Slit your wrists and call it art Scattered pieces torn apart And here is where it all begins The women, they march on every avenue whispering the secrets of me and you but if only they knew, If only they really truly knew. And what now, is beautiful?
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
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