Liars
Pro Anti Anti
They brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap your head 'roundThe burn that earns the gleam, red crystals shine above a yachtThey put an axe in them, those ripe with complicationsLike cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's outA hug I give myself, good ones can make me smileMake amends to well fed men, they fatten more than feedClawed upon like guilt through time, or sleep collects to sheetsI built a tower, sealed the door, slept clear my memoryPain stress and sorrow, from the world that blurs the me from meThey built advanced machines, I'm short a foot or two from proudThe crook that turns the key, some preschool spy they blew apartThat covered half the land, with spring's first white carnationsLike cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's outI brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap my head around
From Letras Mania