Saturday, July 16, 2005

You're not the king to rule my life
Take another armful of surprise
And run with it.
You played the game through painted glass
And nailed us to our seats in a single pass

It's all a big laugh, from one view or another
As you stand on the throne of a usurped brother
Moths to a flame.

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