snow falls on the tip of my tongue tasting blood of the violence to come branches hang low to drag and reach crow begging a hawk for it’s meat prism dug from the bottle waves this the skin and hair you came cuts were made for the nerves to die some so bold they speak in light legs running in the tall tear blades imagine wanting life and the want remains watching rot in every passing eye bones bend to eat the shit from the flies driving driving driving driving she how she’s leading see how she’s leading see how she’s leading bent my knees down as low as they go swallow ashes then vomit gold crone wade on a sinking ship carries shadows deep into my crypt never listened to the words out of mouth only heard the thoughts and the thoughts were proud driving driving driving driving she how she’s leading see how she’s leading see how she’s leading see how she leavingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
