donderdag 22 maart 2012

THE SIGNAL BECKONED THE UNDERTAKER


She opened the trapdoor to see the tantrum
When you stand erect in the eye of the storm
Life no longer feels random

She stroked the quail
It coiled in her hand
She thought about resurrection
A foiled plan

Fall into a vacuum
Leave everything behind
We carry the spark so we can combust
inside

Let your shadow always know you’re there
It’s not insane to live in doubt
Or let you’re soul be stripped bare

Nothing can’t take away the pain
She pressed down the door handle
Now she knows shame

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