YearNoir
8/10/2011
I know how to lower the cost,
Give them that which is already lost,
Form years like man from clay,
Give them that which is already lost,
Form years like man from clay,
A place for new and old memories to stay,
Form them that I might find a way
Form them that I might find a way
Your eyes like Christmas, they dully glow,
As we walk through fields covered in snow,
Born in this world to violent hands,
Wolves to feed on less demands
Tell me, tell me, if it is true,
If you can be everyone at once,
Wolves to feed on less demands
Tell me, tell me, if it is true,
If you can be everyone at once,
With broken legs you can learn to walk,
I swallow oceans, and still I thirst,
I never meant to ask it first
If we were raised to become our parents,
Mistakes we've made and can't undo,
But you knew we'd tell the open world,
Of our passing joys and lingering pain,
The moon will turn to blood above,
Of our passing joys and lingering pain,
The moon will turn to blood above,
And we fought the world, darkly loved,
Or unloved, rebellious wretch,
Or unloved, rebellious wretch,
Pour over me, or ontop of me,
Silently filling my empty veins,
Silently filling my empty veins,
Punching holes in between stains
And I couldn't help you, child,
Though you never look for fault,
The death in your heart, I couldn't define
A death to match the murder in mine,
But I am just far enough to doubt.
I make bad memories, bad memories because,
These feeling won't sleep, and now unloved,
I search for a cure, the disease may not exist,
It's all made up for you,
Like the bed in which you were meant to sleep,
But will never use willingly
It's all made up for you,
Like the bed in which you were meant to sleep,
But will never use willingly
I remember the snow falling over crowds,
Slowly falling, bullets through paper dolls,
You were there, and together we were three,
They walk through walls, as well as human beings,
Punching holes through minds and hearts,
Neither revieling nor conceiling anything.
Neither revieling nor conceiling anything.