Post by ambiguous on Nov 2, 2011 12:36:12 GMT -5
Reaching out with open arms to the waiting noose and
standing on the gallows of our quaking fears.
I have left every thought behind with the crowd that's beckoning for me to swing. My hands are tied to the tomb and I have one foot out of the grave.
Give up on life, embrace dreams cold beckoning.
Nothing touches my heart when I can't feel a thing.
And well be walking together
Lashed to one another by flesh covered strings
pulsing fear like a crimson tide from the sea.
If you need to breath take my lungs and my soul to help
float away from my heart as it sinks.
Comb the beaches like hairs from the eyes of the bloated remains of the dead.
I won't be found.
standing on the gallows of our quaking fears.
I have left every thought behind with the crowd that's beckoning for me to swing. My hands are tied to the tomb and I have one foot out of the grave.
Give up on life, embrace dreams cold beckoning.
Nothing touches my heart when I can't feel a thing.
And well be walking together
Lashed to one another by flesh covered strings
pulsing fear like a crimson tide from the sea.
If you need to breath take my lungs and my soul to help
float away from my heart as it sinks.
Comb the beaches like hairs from the eyes of the bloated remains of the dead.
I won't be found.