this is for the dead
I will be the one to finsh the last glass, and dwell in the deapest workings of this machine above my self and under the radar.This bat like echo location this irratic sound. and i have passed under stained glass eyes only admitting the obvious . still walking along these rails ciggerette burning till fingure tips. untill they find me until the red and blue lights catch up with me . So who will help me too destroy these dreams to watch these citys burn. Lets stay up all night and start a fight just to make things right.
thinking the same things can save us fron these crimes hand cuffed and pretending to resist .conformting the dieing in the wake of the dead and who will be washed clean by my blood . thats why they call it on the l.a.m.b but what of the shepard ?
needles and vains working the way into the night raceing towards death. the rats can not be revived for only one can find stable ground so back to the sewers and the backs of the lights .
this is for the one born dead this is for the souless union this is for the funeral this is for the machine heart. and i will see 3,000 miles again but with no where to run.
And on these roof tops in these abandon buildings i will see what was built for us i will see that none of us exsist in the frist place . and it was me who tryed to save it all and it will be me that will destroy the samethings that made love to this place. i find all these dead citys when truely we are all dead we just don't know it yet
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