woensdag, december 02, 2009

The Mars Volta

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forevermore
Let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become

She fell for the whispers

Sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river
In her barren womb mirror

The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens

A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I’ve been sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud

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