Juvenescent Beat!
The Van Buren Boys Strike Again
This has all the makings of a catastrophic sequenceWe're sifting through the wreckage and shedding our pretenseThere's a certain friction between our ideals and what the motives meanI could pick through every seam to find something to believeAnd across the city sky, a storm is gathering strengthThunder maims the air, disrupts the blanket of nightDo we duck for shelter or do we run into the armsOf a falling summer rain and let it sate our thirst?Let's dance on the graves of the mistakes we've put to restA eulogy for regret - no solace in deathWhat I know is what I feel. No truth beyond to concealAnd all of what I thought was real is rotting in an empty field
From Letras Mania