Mimicking Birds
Them
A new army in the yard with all their discarded heartsYou dare to redefine a subtle line to refine a designHer cauldron of oil boils under the soil a serpent coilsTo ensure it's planning to strike at everything it likes or for that matter dislikesIt displays its level of distaste across its face - you he wants to erase"And you know he will do so," ticks the time, until it showsAnd I have no idea why they are themAnd I have no idea why they are themIt's buried in the sands of Egypt the way they killed them that's the way that they'll kill us I knowI hear the code so openly spoken like all 206 of my brittle bones are being brokenIt's blatant/obtrusive yeah it's oh so prolific in the unseen hieroglyphics it's horrificSeeps in and out like winter man-made smooth wood will eventually splinterA new army in the yard and all the barricades they plan to bombardYou dare to redesign a hill's incline climbing a slippery vineHer layers of surface shake, wiggling into place, their tension displacedNo pain in scratching an itch, but when the tickle's gone A smoke plume begins to blume... my eyes are shocked and raising up towards the sky. I don't know why, but we're all going to die
From Letras Mania