Engraved In the Name

Tom tickles the trilobites while you and I talk The man stalks after his prey by walking the walk Painting the walls, setting the stage for a great assault Asking questions that will lead him to the greatest and most worthy remark That replaces it all with a new face altogether The atmosphere has an eerie presence, as if a column were approaching Sky green, mind on better things The grass is always greener when there's no divide Remain spiteful and feel the spike of a damaged pride I lost myself in the forest the other night, And still haven't recovered my sides All cause I left the aviatrix to ride...