mardi 29 juin 2010

0150 oh you don't know a thing


i cry out for help

but no one seems to hear it

maybe it's just not loud enough
maybe it just doesn't sound like desperate

still no one hears it


that's when i start to play with my soul
put on some fangs and some spikes
make a pair of wings from the dirt
weave some horns around the mind
trim the claws into knives


blow it up
tide it up


help and what helps







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