And he screams at me to let him go
He wants to be wild
He wants to live
He can't survive in such a place as my arms
His voice is fiction
And the look in his eyes is a lie
The snarl on his lips is just make-up smeared to look viscous
He's not my boy
He's not my man
He's an imposter
One with a plan
I see what he's doing
In his costume attire
He's taking what we have
And burning it in the fire
He wants it all,
The gold you see
Gold only melts
He's letting the rest of them be
He's a cruel magician
He's a broken musician
He's stealing bodies
And letting the souls run free
 Fancy Ninja · Thu Feb 05, 2009 @ 12:31am · 0 Comments |
