buckylittlewing

I light fire to your world
and listen as they lay.
Whispered little sounds.
cracking to a pound,
pummeling the town.
everything you say,
it's a beautiful wondered display.
You are the Moses of the south;
devil worship now,
temples crumble down,
flood from your mouth.
It's violent and insane
and crucifying the inane.

I, while dancing, horned sirens fly.
They cackle at the sun,
they're spitting at the earth,
plunder, beg and curse.
Pure and fearful children flee north
at the sound of the kings horn.
And i will send you up a sign,
everytihing is fine.
All the vines and branches are torn.
It's violent and insane
and crucifying the everything.

Prophets here linger in lightening.
They're giddy and livid in love.
They're weeping and laughing from pleasure,
cause the SKY MUST ONE DAY EAT THE EARTH.

I light fire to the world
and listen as it lays.
Whispered little sounds,
cracking to a pound,
pummeling the town.
everything you say,
it's beautiful wondered dismay.
you are the Moses of the sound.
devil worship now,
temples crumble down,
flood from the mouth.
It's violent and insane
and crucifying the inane.

cause brother you are my weakness.
I'll listen and learn from your kindness.
Your wisdom is very thoughtless
but your window is worth looking out from...