i am the robots
12-28-2006, 01:30 AM
Tricks of the touch and tongue. A little impetuous.
Hints to something far more intimate than ever conceived.
Told 'neath the spreading trees by an angel. A porcelain doll.
A little lie, our love so seldom, yet so monumental our kiss.
Our hands are sewn together and can't break free.
We bleed intermittently and sew the wounds all the same.
Mind games, tricks of language, brush-against, doubletalk,
Doublethink, we add our numbers; 2 and 2 makes 5 this time.
It's falsehood, a fabrication. But there's remedy in self-deception.
We danced until we grew tired, and kept going for the dance's sake.
Angel's wings are falling off. One feather decays at a time.
Tongues are tasting salt and blood. Stabs are aiming for my chest.
Addiction! addiction! it's damn near catastrophic.
Hints to something far more intimate than ever conceived.
Told 'neath the spreading trees by an angel. A porcelain doll.
A little lie, our love so seldom, yet so monumental our kiss.
Our hands are sewn together and can't break free.
We bleed intermittently and sew the wounds all the same.
Mind games, tricks of language, brush-against, doubletalk,
Doublethink, we add our numbers; 2 and 2 makes 5 this time.
It's falsehood, a fabrication. But there's remedy in self-deception.
We danced until we grew tired, and kept going for the dance's sake.
Angel's wings are falling off. One feather decays at a time.
Tongues are tasting salt and blood. Stabs are aiming for my chest.
Addiction! addiction! it's damn near catastrophic.