The City We Left Behind.
Streets for the violence,
And sex paying the whores,
A gun for every family,
But just one bullet will do.
To break the strongest bond,
Under a tide of desperation,
A longing for what was once here,
But has long since moved on.
If this city reminds you,
Of a cup of pain and sorrow,
With the trigger pulling moment,
Being the one that hurt most,
To take one step was futile,
But to take a leap would surely miss,
The pace at which to move on,
Another urban myth.
To make any move was foolish,
The gap of error to wide,
But it doesn't really matter anymore,
'Cause our city's been left behind.
Further that you or I can see,
Far, Far, Behind.
A Frozen Wedding Dress.
Kissable and quaint,
But I was never satisfied,
For under such fragile hands,
My heart only lusted for more,
And as I left in a clock of shame and hunger,
In a rush of the explicit unthinkable,
A vision shrouded in cloud and mist,
A frontseat showing for what was about to be undone,
'O The Betrayer, he heard me loud and clear.
My need for lustrous curves and glistening eyes,
To be held in soft hands once again,
But now he'll take my hand,
And quench my breath,
And show me that for a guttering need,
All I would find,
Is a map of tears across the floor,
And a frozen wedding dress left behind.
Thoughts and opinions?
Streets for the violence,
And sex paying the whores,
A gun for every family,
But just one bullet will do.
To break the strongest bond,
Under a tide of desperation,
A longing for what was once here,
But has long since moved on.
If this city reminds you,
Of a cup of pain and sorrow,
With the trigger pulling moment,
Being the one that hurt most,
To take one step was futile,
But to take a leap would surely miss,
The pace at which to move on,
Another urban myth.
To make any move was foolish,
The gap of error to wide,
But it doesn't really matter anymore,
'Cause our city's been left behind.
Further that you or I can see,
Far, Far, Behind.
A Frozen Wedding Dress.
Kissable and quaint,
But I was never satisfied,
For under such fragile hands,
My heart only lusted for more,
And as I left in a clock of shame and hunger,
In a rush of the explicit unthinkable,
A vision shrouded in cloud and mist,
A frontseat showing for what was about to be undone,
'O The Betrayer, he heard me loud and clear.
My need for lustrous curves and glistening eyes,
To be held in soft hands once again,
But now he'll take my hand,
And quench my breath,
And show me that for a guttering need,
All I would find,
Is a map of tears across the floor,
And a frozen wedding dress left behind.
Thoughts and opinions?
