DEAD ROPE MACHINE When your Dead Rope Machine grows cold Ill make you another one out of gold oh, and when we die - a beast like everyone well find you and remind you you shined once Cest la vie, la vie what may be has already been - its all the same and you dance your magic dance and you try so hard you try to retie all those bitter ends and push them back inside heres my halo... I dont think Ill need that Theres a Stranger at the door He cuts with frayed incisions on the rope we hold oh and when we die - a beast in all of us will find you and remind you you shined once Cest la vie, la vie what may be has already been - its all the same and you dance your frantic dance and you try so hard you try to retie all those wicked skins and push them back inside heres my halo I dont think Ill need that And I... wherever I will go wherever I go I wear that coiled fear and in a way the riddle ends when we can but only, and always doubt so let it all out, let it all out you and I will cut our nooses loose you and I will draw a course if you and I can find a few more minutes to find a way to find a road you and I will never be alone
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 17:00:01 +0000
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