fathers!
please, bless our names
mothers!
please, give us momentum to stay
right now is the time
your clocks will unwind
and you will mumble in wonder about what you've become
i'm trying to fly away
but i only have one wing
friends!
grow out your limbs for once
lovers!
acknowledge: your senses teach false
you're feathered malfunctions who beg for their loss
you beg for your sins
and you beg for their cost
you're a pile of drunken bones
staked up, so neat
but just for this once i fucking dare you to speak
all is new and times are golden
eclectic art and freedom galore
our golden chains are molten
by something wealth can't restore
killers!
gossip 'bout being safe
heroes!
rumor of rescue and peace
boys!
girls!
husbands!
wives!
why be arrogant or ignorant when nothing really dies?
but the carcass won't hear your cries
that's the truth and it might not be nice
but i'd rather be correct than force-feed you any lies
i'm so sorry, but that's my biggest vice
the ghost has been given up
don't make this last forever
escape through the door, sewed shut
we won't make it through together
my petty little mind is decorated with pleasentries and sharp contraptions
i feel rather unorthodox and cold
i also fear that my thinker box is broken
and that my lifeline's coming to a close
lay me down where our mighty couriers have fallen
my bride is an ender of lives
my bride is a collider of times
my bride was built with bloody knives
my bride will embrace, disgrace and smother me until all light dies
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