A sound has escaped my body--
noises cease.
Flowing forward through the muck of
my sin.
What does time look like on a dial's face
at 7:23?
Where is the center, if the circle does
not exist?
The shallow river was dried up by cynicism
and apathy.
Lock your doors, turn on the alarm,
sleep tight.
All the martyrs have sunk farther--they
gave in.
Lose all sight, it's not what you see
lying ahead.
Follow your own foot prints to where
I live.
noises cease.
Flowing forward through the muck of
my sin.
What does time look like on a dial's face
at 7:23?
Where is the center, if the circle does
not exist?
The shallow river was dried up by cynicism
and apathy.
Lock your doors, turn on the alarm,
sleep tight.
All the martyrs have sunk farther--they
gave in.
Lose all sight, it's not what you see
lying ahead.
Follow your own foot prints to where
I live.
troyage:
Well don't feel bad dood I'm not really that good at leaving comments either. Dood you should of been at Chicago fest this last weekend it fucking ruled so fucking much. Muncipal Waste is the new Slayer and To What End? is the new Nausea. Later. =troy=