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[28 Jun 2010|08:36pm] |
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( Gallo )
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| as in heaven, as in hell. |
[03 Mar 2009|02:21am] |
Don't ever ask us to define our morals. Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak, Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes And hara-kiri heartbreak. There's almost nothing worse than never being real. Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear. If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead,If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead. There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands. There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance. There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs. There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naïve. The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse. When I'm In this state of reflection and you hand me whips And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before. I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found.( Drop Box ) |
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