Sunday, August 28, 2011

Inside your chest your heart is just hurt, Behind your eyes a need replaced a want



I know a sickness so ancient and cross
No crucifix could ever fix enough
In the basement of a church, these people, they talk
There is a line
That must be walked
If you wanna make it stop
Then stop

I know a place where the future is denied
I know a hand that twitches inside
For some of us the glass is filled with lights
But if the honey makes you sick,
honey, there is a line
That must be walked if you wanna make it stop
Then stop
Stop

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