ritual

No more arms to race with
never had a chance in the holy hell
worry on and gets it right sometime
just the first in line to
have his heart broken
and your ballad comes later but
without more fury
than the others before and
more to come

It�s line with a thousand deaths, just another crime
in the seaside depths
soul trade for touches on the skin
and smiles that mean something at the time
giving you nothing back is not worth
or maybe, you think,
better not to.

But you�re wrong about that one.

2004-02-27 | 2:54 p.m.
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