I have found Gears under the water Crossed the streets of Acheron To the docks that tilted up Towards the lines And now I'm In and out of sleep Have
Small and sleeping children's song The kind that wished for death Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef Has whored herself to rest Silver stab in the
The King has made a plan He was playing with her hair He couldn't tell if what he felt was violence speaking out The bright lit discoveratory was absently
So... There it was behind the palms Do you remember? It was what you dreamed that it would be I had to turn the key Cause I saw the scripted sleeves,
Threatening, it's a window open Slide through like an aero plainn in the dark And this is creeping, moving in control Lasting to the twisted tune that
Turn away I'll pull the fangs out Spinning room it's getting dark This is the green lift, this is the archer You never say that This is the green lift
Cresol is safe As they move their hands out Reaching out, panic has pressed to the nerves Down, down, down Slip from a beautiful grace To the floor of fangs
You're on your own now Dressed in armour If you run faster you'll forget They walked along the walls It was strange enough just to cause an itch To lie
Under the galaxy, the whole And over the casting and the ROE You work the turning world Golden Arrows Slipping further away from me Golden Arrows Slipping
So soft What plans they had made to bend there arms Several more traps that I set to speed Poles that would twist every limb Several more marble and curving displays Rise up
This dark star comes home Every word I meant to say In the courts when they said Choking on all of your words In and out sleepless nights, so far from
The sky has scrapers now The streets are made of clothes Embroidered on every single sleeve Some of us have seen The Golden Arrows poised Arc across
Too done up I've said too much it always seems like I do. All because people don't learn they'd much rather teach the truth Better kept secret
. Here right now, I put this down. To pull you in, and hear the sound. A living silhouette, with nothing to give back. Caught up. I'm caught up. Caught up
Vertimas: Fall Of Troy. Caught Up.
sense. Here right now, I put this down. To pull you in, and hear the sound. A living silhouette, with nothing to give back. Caught up. I'm caught up. Caught up
Too done up, I've said too much, It always seems like I do. All because people don't learn, They'd much rather teach the truth. Better kept secret, Waiting
