The Blight

(Music com­ing soon…)

Here we go again
And the sides weigh in
With the war paint wired
To a con­stant thought
In the black and white

And the gold rolls in
And the eyes glow green
And the tongue tastes sweet
With a sour sting
In a two way street

And then tomor­row we’ll say with con­tentious
And con­fi­dent rose-tint­ed eyes

That the tears of the cry­ing are just a reminder
To has­ten the rush to our guy

With you face down on the bed
Bite it down, sub­mit and lay there
There’s a song play­ing in my head
And the record’s repeat­ing again

 

 

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