Friday, February 3, 2012

Byzantine



 




Spin my dradle and I will split your atom
Spin the bottle and I will play assassin

We parachute to ground for we fear the empire











 
Pale meadows crumble on
Well I'm waiting for the sun to go out

We won't fear


 






Dripping like a sunday
Standing at my doorstep
Cloudy like a pigpen (we won't fear)
Wearing an old boar's head
I would like to help you
I would like to wake up
I would like to ask you (we won't fear)
If you'd rather close up

 








You could help me figure out this time
Figure out this time

We parachute to ground for we fear the empire.

 
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