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Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn’t quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won’t try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don’t have to love or think too much

Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love

Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn’t use computers anymore
It’s difficult to win unless you’re bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars

Try to break my heart I’ll drive to Arizona
It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
I’ll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I’m the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love

I’m a curse and I’m a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There’s a reason I don’t win,
I don’t know how to begin

Edited by SentoxVX on 29 Jul 2012, 20:53

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