crush and sell. I've seen them all in hell with delight in their eyes, gowns flowing and white. But you weren't there. no, you were just too scared to try one in your size or crawl into mine.
will you fall asleep in your sister's arms while you smell defeat through a serpent's tongue shackles on your feet from this budding freedom words are lingering, we must live while we're young
cars and beds. our mouths filled with broken bread are bottled and sold white words turned to gold.
vines are never sure how there children will taste twisted ties will burn tangled lives through their veins but this view won't be the cure to the disease in this place tears have never been so pure as they cling to your face
well I have seen the ones who are cut out for this race they're the burnt out suns, they're the friendliest snakes but amidst all our fun there's one fear I can't shake when our time is done who'll receive what we've made