Cut.Stitch.Repeat
You found your words far too late
Take your apologies and choke on them
Fragments of an ideal form pathways for the blind to follow
Ideals borne of fragments fueling lust but leaving eyes hollow
When do we decide to push the reset button
You will trip right over your wanton lust and it will kill you
It's been too long, you don't belong, and if only we had known
In this age of careless avarice, what do you suggest I crave
Tell me, and I'll not challenge, from the cradle to the grave
But from the handle to the blade
Burned at the stake or buried by the spade
You can't tell the difference between us if we're bleeding out from all of the incisions we made
So when do we decide to push the reset button
You will trip right over your wanton lust and it will kill you
It's been too long, you don't belong, and if only we had known
So come on (Symbiosis of the mind)
Regale me
Tell me how many lives you destroyed today (All of them mine)
So come on (Symbiosis of the mind)
Regale me, are you proud of yourself
My trust was thoroughly misplaced
You can take your words and fucking shove them back down your throat
Autor(es): Discordian