A change of route to

the children who start these wars

a player of the definite guitar

clearly slides in every gun's barrel

these rooms aren't empty anymore

I stand by the window

with another standing behind

whiffing out gunpowder on the glass

the children who start these wars

shoot themselves

they build up

our own, we are

say speak for two repeatedly

respond never before but now

the fingers dipped in brandy kissed the rifle

them claim to foresee and realize

sad victims I wouldn't spare them

acceptance

them they are remains, moldy and outside these

rooms as

WE TWO FEED ON BRASS.

Big wide impressions

to sleep away

from them

vast ideas

soft hands

soft hands

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What hair of silk

to pull apart

plain terror

not so dark this time

not so

not so violent

-

Succumb to solid and fluid

Mechanics

vast ideas, vast ideas, soft hands how come your hands are such

right here

for hours

eh?

-

-

Niemals waren wir charmant im Krieg gewesen

erst jetzt

die Warterei verschenkte uns Beweggrund.

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f r å n v a r a n d e

I have a head of foam

it's driven by the wind

the fires make even for the ease.

My legs are sods

how it hurts to walk and stand.

My arms are like snakes

don't you mind holding them

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