are you going to  walk down that road again
 are you going to  see your ugly friend again
 wait for the masses  to agree upon
 a new singing  of the masters song
 which course will you  take when you fall away 
 all  the stories you've created crumble like clay
 are you going to  bleed freedom and love
 are you going to  bless me for what I've done
 wait for your  memories to materialize 
 look in the mirror  and tell your lie
 hard as nails  waiting for rain
 hard as winters coldest  day
 waiting  in vain makes no sense to me
 swallow all the  pretty chemistry
 hold down your  anger like a machine
 ease your  ego from the perfect scene
 a bird falls dead  at your feet
 a creepy man asks  for a treat
 wasting the  laughing song
 hurting from a life  too long
 
 
 
1 comment:
fukkin' Bukowski and shit...
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