Thursday, June 02, 2005

Start the Dance

What did you think you were doing to him?
Warming a cool brain 'till the fog appears
Keep it all together
Walk away
You'll find it hard to medicate
Somehow
I always wake up with blood on my hands
I was only sleeping until I heard your voice
Sometimes I trust like a dog
Sometimes I trust like a cop
My search had been ended
Long before you were aware of its beginning
Out of my hands
Killing hands
Reversal
Rehearsal
Just tell me the movements, honey
I could recite from now on

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