Gramlon
05-01-2008, 03:44 AM
Your final words were birds, That
Took liberty to leave,
Another ace up a gossamer sleeve.
The starting gun marked the
Death of a son,
Named in the ruins of a city,
Clothed in ignorance and pity.
You built the towers up at Babel,
And we don't talk, not anymore.
It's like your speaking in a tongue,
That you couldn't speak before.
Now we're a scattered race,
Abandoned abroad upon a face-
That smiles with a grin so wicked,
Canyon teeth tear at our ankles,
While we run on shards of sweat and semen.
Four hundred and sixty three,
Cubits of morality.
Speaking words beneath the covers,
Conversing in the tongue of lovers.
You built the towers up at Babel,
And we don't talk, not anymore.
It's like your speaking in a tongue,
That you couldn't speak before.
Took liberty to leave,
Another ace up a gossamer sleeve.
The starting gun marked the
Death of a son,
Named in the ruins of a city,
Clothed in ignorance and pity.
You built the towers up at Babel,
And we don't talk, not anymore.
It's like your speaking in a tongue,
That you couldn't speak before.
Now we're a scattered race,
Abandoned abroad upon a face-
That smiles with a grin so wicked,
Canyon teeth tear at our ankles,
While we run on shards of sweat and semen.
Four hundred and sixty three,
Cubits of morality.
Speaking words beneath the covers,
Conversing in the tongue of lovers.
You built the towers up at Babel,
And we don't talk, not anymore.
It's like your speaking in a tongue,
That you couldn't speak before.