drafted poetry
you give them what they wanted.
yet their visions still distorted.
blurred burps from the chosen.
alcohol is not imported.
yet they think its a spirit thats important.
wishing well.
cloned coins flipped to face us.
money wont save us.
money wont save us.
slaved by the engraved graves.
dust has tamed us.
it might even replace us.
flowers curl into the world.
cemented fragrance.
jesus , please believe us.
steps can no longer redeem us.
walking alone in a world of clouds.
smoke screen or choke themes.
smog...
yet their visions still distorted.
blurred burps from the chosen.
alcohol is not imported.
yet they think its a spirit thats important.
wishing well.
cloned coins flipped to face us.
money wont save us.
money wont save us.
slaved by the engraved graves.
dust has tamed us.
it might even replace us.
flowers curl into the world.
cemented fragrance.
jesus , please believe us.
steps can no longer redeem us.
walking alone in a world of clouds.
smoke screen or choke themes.
smog...