Slight

7/15/12

You'll come down, from where you're lured,

On strings of eyes, and kitten fur,

Completely clothed in cotton limbs

To bring me your tears

And hide your sins

All in time, they'll take your rise

So replace your sight with infected eyes

In the wrong roll, at the wrong time

All they withhold I will call mine

All in time

If you feel cancer eating your skull

There's bad advise and knowledge null

You've got the idea, what you demand

They will give on a plate into your hand

All in time, you will see

To lose your soul is to be free

All in time, you will know

What can and cannot be controlled

All in time.