Swedish Amish
01-02-2006, 01:27 AM
The start has ended and stranded us,
This burning palace of love,
Fueled by hate, opposite apex's,
Of phantom emotion, liquid suicide,
Bottled, and stored, fermented,
Sold by the dozen to the eager,
The hypocritcical patriots,
Waving their flags high,
And their egos higher,
Crushing mine with their verbal blows,
Bruising my reality,
And my dreams have leaked here,
They are pouring from my eyes,
Liquid suicide, in it's purist form.
No chorus. Just a standalone song.
This burning palace of love,
Fueled by hate, opposite apex's,
Of phantom emotion, liquid suicide,
Bottled, and stored, fermented,
Sold by the dozen to the eager,
The hypocritcical patriots,
Waving their flags high,
And their egos higher,
Crushing mine with their verbal blows,
Bruising my reality,
And my dreams have leaked here,
They are pouring from my eyes,
Liquid suicide, in it's purist form.
No chorus. Just a standalone song.