Grave To the Bank
under the moonlight
friendless cemetary i am no toothfairy
talked into circles of madness
of wishes of three perfect lives within visions
split second decision
pretend to swallow then spit
Who am i to be stretched upon your grave?
the fourth culprit would only be logical
im no apostle reading between the stars across the sky
solvable predicaments learned through time
Coming forward hiding in these shadows
i know not what i do
i mean no harm
please protect me from myself
Appeasing a tortured soul is no easy thing
such madness and misconceptions the mind goes offbeat
madness of coincidence adds up after awhile
sometimes the randomness of simple misfortunes overthrill and bubble over
the word to replace a word
goes grave to the bank
tell me lord out there split second decision
in closed eyed lover visions
is there someone still dreaming
of a cup of life
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