Goats on a Boat
Whatever happened to the integrity found within a family?
I return your glare
And my bones are chilled with some sort of
Sickening recipe of fear and anger.
Day by day, time after time again
You distort chronology, you foster of terror
Bury your diamonds, destroy your rubies
We are searching for security in tradegy
Look around and notice the black (tapestries) drowning (our walls of) simplicity
We are the constant decay
Each note will disintegrate
Perched upon our towers, motionless and miserable
Here's to a comfortable casket
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation
I wish to write a conclusion
Autor(es): Mike Hranica
