First day of this poem,
Cradle, full blood red,
Memories around..
Mangled on your death bed,
Shackles and thick rope,
Will never hold the dead..
And everything that screams:
Off with your fucking head.
I see the dirt and in it, what we are,
Escape artist never play pretend,
Come hell or high water..
I see the dirt and in it, what we are,
Escape artist never play pretend,
Come hell or high water..
Black foaming, as the paleness drives away,
Amazingly disturbed, from all the colors, grey..
The only one, the only one,
We stray our souls upon..
It's cold and dark in here, and we like it,
Don't tell anyone..
It's cold in here, and we like it,
Don't tell anyone.
credits
from AmpsOnAir Live Sessions,
released April 21, 2016
Ampsonair (Sofiam BG) Live Sessions
Loud Fi Recording Studio
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