LivingDeadBoy
03-24-2005, 10:53 AM
Vivid forests filled with butterfly wings,
Spider legs, hazelnut and other queer things,
Blue moon, and smiling stars, they'll stay,
To watch the murder of the so-called fate.
Pulled the trigger, today I am trigger happy,
Eliminating edge of life and death, no fee,
Just sparkles on your teeth, and the bright blue eyes,
Just seas and the oceans, and a million lies.
Chorus:
Sing-song, the mockingbird is dead,
See-saw, the ending was met,
Sing-song, the leaves have been turned,
Golden red, It's growing season of autumn.
Oceans drowning in salt, and glass shards in my feet,
A million years and not one path, where we meet,
Times have been changing and ashes been spreading,
It's the growing season of autumn, the growing season of...
Chorus:
Sing-song, the mockingbird is dead,
See-saw, the ending was met,
Sing-song, the leaves have been turned,
Golden red, It's growing season of autumn.
Is it our fault that leaves turn that blushing red and die?
Is it our fault that gods turn roses into pitiful garbage.
Is it our fault that everyday something dies...
Didn't god create us all?
Spider legs, hazelnut and other queer things,
Blue moon, and smiling stars, they'll stay,
To watch the murder of the so-called fate.
Pulled the trigger, today I am trigger happy,
Eliminating edge of life and death, no fee,
Just sparkles on your teeth, and the bright blue eyes,
Just seas and the oceans, and a million lies.
Chorus:
Sing-song, the mockingbird is dead,
See-saw, the ending was met,
Sing-song, the leaves have been turned,
Golden red, It's growing season of autumn.
Oceans drowning in salt, and glass shards in my feet,
A million years and not one path, where we meet,
Times have been changing and ashes been spreading,
It's the growing season of autumn, the growing season of...
Chorus:
Sing-song, the mockingbird is dead,
See-saw, the ending was met,
Sing-song, the leaves have been turned,
Golden red, It's growing season of autumn.
Is it our fault that leaves turn that blushing red and die?
Is it our fault that gods turn roses into pitiful garbage.
Is it our fault that everyday something dies...
Didn't god create us all?