Thursday, March 12, 2015

How Pretty are Your Demons

I can be your baby doll I can your teenage dream
I know all the things your like, if you know what I mean
the things you won't tell your mom, but dad sometimes let slide
are the things that momma gives you, and money just can't buy
though your slipping through your fingers, cuz you turned time to sand
while you might mark the passage you can't understand
there are rivers in the darkness, blue lagoons and castaways
but were all on the love boat, and I hope it stays that way
cuz the passions that divide us are the same that keep us whole
down avenues in broad daylight, don't you test the prom queens might
cuz she one the fans adore, and your not needed anymore
she dressed you and played you nice, and now you drink the widows price
and once you take that bitter pill, eat the apple, have your fill
your drunk on maddness not of mine, for I am void and this is time
so why the fuck did your drag me here, to trap me in your fading light
in hopes I had the final key, but it's the piece that no one needs
it doesn't fit in any door, you gods don't live here anymore
you took temples, and you call them homes, and from their bones you craft your thrones
but when your on the devils ride, she a bitch, and your her ride
she chews you up, and spits you, tells you what it's all about
and if you still can sing your song, well she'll just shake you all night long
and if you go another day, she just cries while you laugh and play
she's only just a little shrew, and you know just what to do
you play baby, daddy, mommy wife, just so you can sneak a bite
looking for your new coo coo, but she can't stand they way your stink
so off you go to find a drink, you numb your mind to take your pain
I make you another stain.
your just a trick, and I am too
so if you wanna know my magic mind
well thats to bad, cuz it's all mine

Jack
aka
PanseyBard

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