we are spaces
peices of papers
i let the gash bleed and bleed
let it drown my beliefs
held it tight
we are frozen caricatures
blank stares from the walls,
were the pictures used to be
this and the space allowed before us
is all passing evidence
we killed the beast and buried the corpse
peices of papers
i let the gash bleed and bleed
let it drown my beliefs
held it tight
we are frozen caricatures
blank stares from the walls,
were the pictures used to be
this and the space allowed before us
is all passing evidence
we killed the beast and buried the corpse
i love ice cream...