Monday, November 17, 2008

I fought my fingers loose
Ripped my teeth from these fair weathered fangs
And I built this life for you, funny
I never felt nothing
Until after the watchtower caved

I cut this fever free
Fought the famine with fistfuls of flames
And I give this life for you, funny
The backwards and burning
Just can't stop turning away



From the rooftops and fortresses

Perched on our porches
We'll sing

With these noises and voices
We'll rattle the foundation
Debris


We looked at what
We left behind
Laid it to rest

I've gazed for miles
What lies ahead
It never ends...


~TPC

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