Germs (The)
Lion's Share
All he sees are death masked starsThe lion's world is cold and sharpAll he wants is much too farSo he stalks thw roads of token cars-He snarls at winds that mean no harmAnd takes the thorns in perfect formA broken ideal rides inside the tortureLion's denim hideI want the lion's shareGather up the broeken chairsFeed my mind unholy testsDo me in I need to restHe sleep swhen nothing's in the airEats the scraps of some that careHe strains the right to overbearSecrest hidden in the liar-Pauses long enough to dreamNightmares push the glowing screamHis shadowed eyes show the tollSomething only lions know
From Letras Mania