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| Subject: Didn't have a prayer. Mon Feb 18, 2008 11:53 pm | |
| The mist twist and turns around the sharp corners of the mountains It reminds her of Silent hill during the coal fires. It's beautifully lonely as she walks down the twisted highway, Surrounded in her white angelic delicacy.
The bloodstreams inside run dry, Under her eyes, and in her cheeks people see the drought. Heroin Chic hands outreach to any understanding form of life left. Yet all she catches is headlights.
And her feathers fall. Misunderstood but forgotten. They lay beneath her memory. On the pavement Youth defines this beautiful tragedy as darkness falls.
He sees nothing but read in every textbook and failed tests They point and prod at those ribs, outreaching for an embrace. In the fetal position lodged in the stem of his brain Is a beautiful boy, who doesn't want to escape.
And through another nit picked fight from those he dies to impress His blood boils underneath in raised rivers As he makes way out the window with his backpack seeking salvation And finds only headlights.
And his feathers fall. Misunderstood but forgotten. They lay beneath her memory. On the pavement Youth defines this beautiful tragedy as darkness falls.
We are not your angels, we aren't made of steel We are not your angels, you don't have a prayer Bend us break us and we'll shatter into thin air Even hell, gets a beauty from somewhere
We are not your angels, We aren't made of steel We are not your angels, you don't have a prayer You- don't- have- a... Prayer
And our feathers fall. Our daemons call. We break and call For our angels.
We never had a prayer. | |
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