To somehow have it
so that the long arm of all apathy
might sit comfortably free beside the
quietly committed empty hopeful world
So weak wicked
So unravelled arm
So the tables will say takers now
Mark souls says the takers take now
Do you
Take to take (x2)
Do you take to take
Or do you make
Take to take...
What sort of armor can the average man arrange inside of him,
to disarm their inner addict entirely?
What sort of armor can the average man arrange inside of him,
that can protect them from d**h adder entirely?
Must one half protect their teeth at all times? (x3)
From both bludgeon coming, and one's own ingenuity?
Your greatest takes
Are so the gross and gold flower of gone
So is you so
The man with two red hands and
The world wrung between them
Sing what you mean then
Are the birds even
Running from you
And so what of you
Grab your capture
Is your laughter
a smoke stack of all omen?
Your voice like a forever of steps,
winding its words in will to a nothing but guess
below you ringing redend hands of fake at Hour Hero's skin's reins
whipping at its hundred headed horses
To take to take (x2) (to take...)
Do you take to take? (x3)
Or do you make? (make ...)
What sort of armor can the average man arrange inside of him,
to disarm their inner addict entirely?
What sort of armor can the average man arrange inside of him,
that can protect them from d**h adder entirely?