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conniption · 01-30-2006, 08:04 PM

The Facade of Our Own Faces

These letters in the sky
Etched deep by the crosshairs of humanity
Seem to only tell lies
And I will still stand here
Cursing culture and its lofty latency

The sparrows do not sing high
The concept of high was lost
When in rapture we unleashed

Pick up, after the maul
Give birth to black and red
The manifold tunnels fall
Sole over soul in murder

When the cave collapses
Groves of trees fill in the desolate crater
To once again stand proud
Amongst natives of late
Fort Greenville will not ebb the thought of the crowd

01-30-2006, 08:04 PM	#7
conniption Praise to the Sinners Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Marlborough, Massachusetts Posts: 897	The Facade of Our Own Faces These letters in the sky Etched deep by the crosshairs of humanity Seem to only tell lies And I will still stand here Cursing culture and its lofty latency The sparrows do not sing high The concept of high was lost When in rapture we unleashed Pick up, after the maul Give birth to black and red The manifold tunnels fall Sole over soul in murder When the cave collapses Groves of trees fill in the desolate crater To once again stand proud Amongst natives of late Fort Greenville will not ebb the thought of the crowd Last edited by conniption; 02-04-2006 at 10:40 PM.