Rishloo
Feathergun in the Garden of the Sun
Rubber like your lover's neck you tripped into the garden, you tripped into the garden of the sunon you tried, unbuttoned eyes, imprelious telusion, tripping past your guard into the sunthese dreamers, so eager, throw their hands in the fightI spy walrus tooth in the way outside of the shoegaze revolutionI'm seein' bright lights, silhouettes of knife fights and I see it all, I see it allI'm seein' bright lights in-between the knife fights and I see it all, I see it allI see it all through the wolves in the wallswho might you be, who should you be killing with featherguns when they don't understand you're fighting for ground controlstealing glances colorblind encouraging confusion, crossing all the boundaries undrawn......I'm hearin' white lies coursing through the disguises, I hear it all, I hear it allI'm hearin' lost cries chorusing the night sky and I hear it all, I hear it all......hands bound behind withered backs, blindfolds laid on hollow eyes too hopeless to hearready...aim...fire...change ammunition, don't give a war of attrition tacit permission to minimize genocide...
From Letras Mania