Peace is a bore
So little kings start little wars
That call is a chore
That burn outside to bars and black
Shoes and our swords
That pulls our color so we
Sound the drums
You lick the granite into
Awkward shakes alone
Carrying everything over your shoulder!
This one lasting subtle pig
Showing off some boring trick
This war latched the keys in their locks
Hit it in
Plain sight
Think you're the one that hates the rack
You prize the medal on your back
You thought you'd get too old
Tender voices wandered off the past
Rolling holy shrouds into their thrones
It makes perfect sense to me
To find suggestions come apart at the seams
It's another way
It's going favor
When the bricks are burning
Show black turns that are
Runner get
For you
And the favor
Of the jungle
Only drops us down to
Heaven when it
Looks like you might get your way
One time