Matsuri
Breathe Out Your Soul (Part II)
i've been told its a privilege to live in this cyclethat i ought to be grateful and pay up my duesand i won't have time to do the things i want to do.why don't i believe them?with pillar arms too rigid to movecurved figure with a starved eyed gazestruggling to straighten the bend in his backwanting to uproot but so set in his waysa curved femur bone leaves him walking in circlesa tug of war between useless limbs and casted heartson one side a shadow on the other a ghostno winners here just an excess of partsbroken telephone lines; parasites with no hostsdaniel, sonstone swan amongst theivestake to the skies and leave them behindno heroes falter
From Letras Mania