rambling what was worth
and worthy of
simplicity cliches
lets take them to the graves
'ave your lot and push the fact
the hardly missed aren't even chanced
and dared to changed
'you've stayed the same'
and a salem of the solitul' moles mines
it's a rabbit that will ambit and screw signs,
marks of hollow dunks into a space
when you sadly feel out of place
deep wash in the rain
and flood the stay
it's the whole world thats in trend of digging graves...
and holes for ourselves, you're talking yourself deep
but what mellows from the shallow
it's a looky sign and symbol
bolt a lock, miss you alot
ramble all we will, toss and tumble we will
make our graves and live in them
joint I hope, if you keep seating as if in hymn
such a precious thing, like piece of history dug up
as I've gone to take a dug ou' there's the feeling of
taking you out of place
to then make you feel out of place,
like a joint out of place
room'it'is'nt?
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