Father Times Hands

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Posted by SimPle on March 13, 2003 at 02:02:56:

The starvation feeds the restless
Biding his time in his own hell
Pulling constantly on his own tail
Twisting together fragments of desire

Broken nails from scratching at the walls
The strength from pain is parallel
with the pain from life

Just rub my face in acid
Ill smile back and show the dreams behind these eyes
You'll feel so complacent
to sit and watch them die.

At my own personal nadir
Your words ring in my ear
Bringing the hair up on the back of my neck
All your advice just another wasted breath

No more biding, just wasting
Beated by Father times hands
His brow so intimidating
I'll just lay here and more useless plans


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