Storm the Gates
Play viola
Cheek mole charming
Castin out to sea
Disarming
turnin up like
Judas harlem
Barrium fictitia
Pardon
they crawl around behind like
All the rats around the tunnel line
And live a little as to hide away
the world has changed and so has mine
It never was so strange
below the street
So paralyzed
Forever and a day
then storm the gates
To justify
The feathers on the
Weight.
Pullin string from far behind them
Tightly held with fingers swollen
Carcinoma secret garden
In a tomb, fictitia pardon
they crawl around behind like
All the rats around the tunnel line
And live a little as to hide away
the world has changed and so has mine
It never was so strange
below the street
So paralyzed
Forever and a day
then storm the gates
To justify
The feathers on the
Weight.
Autor(es): Enon
