zondag 22 maart 2009

THE BLEEDING GUN (The things accumulated in the night)

Her womb’s like a bleeding gun
She runs by night
Changes by night
Knows the power of the night

All these men
Gazing eyes
Gaping eyes
Money in the pocket
She can’t be denied

Time can surely reshape the form of ones dreams
Time’s unstoppable
You can push and push
but it will move on and on

Dirty linens
Lit cigarettes
Cheap words
Cheap wine
It once felt so very wrong
Those days are long gone

The power of the will to survive
The power of perseverance
The power of endurance
Sometimes we feel so alone
Just one breath and you’re gone
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