A word to the whisperer
Is not a word to the wise,
It's taken my wishes
And left only flies
Is not a word to the wise,
It's taken my wishes
And left only flies
A cloud of shadow settles
Over my hope
And all I can think of
Is a clenching rope.
Over my hope
And all I can think of
Is a clenching rope.
Pills made of money,
Homeopathy of the soul;
Keep making promises
To fill gaping holes
Homeopathy of the soul;
Keep making promises
To fill gaping holes
But break the word
That you never gave...
I've fallen from grace
And hit the pave...
That you never gave...
I've fallen from grace
And hit the pave...
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