in their lunar trance, abandoning the greatest
and their filthy lucre to the wind aflamed in rot
there stood the greatest left to entertain us
a gun in their mouth and a pill in their hand
a pill in their mouths and blood in their hands
it's been a decade and we were too naive
and to young to believe in what we had just seen
what have we lost
and what did he gain
everything, and nothing will remain
looking around to realize that we will never be the same
if only all the blood could fill our hands
to form the songs he never let us
to swear he'll never leave us
again
posted by Deirdre on 10:25 PM
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