Friday, May 22, 2009

Soldiers of the former night
Head and shoulders in the wishing well
Lost forever can't you tell?
But you just say "surrender your guns
Tomorrow comes with tiger claws
To blow us all to hell"

The greenlights are all unsafe
We have to stop, slam foot on brakes
Time is opening up beneath our feet
A dead end street
An empty pause
A full stop
A finishing

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