My last supper
sup queers... i just recorded this song this weekend, and its going to be on my bands upcoming ep... hope you enjoy
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My last supper
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What if tomorrow never comes?
We wasted all our lives away starting at the sun
Through the cracks in walls and through the iron bars
Keeping faith so useless that it could only be ours
We paint the city streets one day at a time
Blending blood from each our midnight brawls
With a white outline of our most desperate crime
Our masterpieces find us homes inside these concrete halls
What if I’m not supposed to hate
My place in this wall of orange made by these inmates
As I stay awake to read your mail
Laughing at your letters makes the air taste less stale
Now I know I’m never getting out
It’s not as if there’s anything to return home to now
I’ll seal shut my mouth, there’s nothing left to say
Besides, I’m afraid of letting the life in me get away
Oh the bread,
And Oh the wine
Will never make tonight feel fine
Oh the food
And Oh the drink
Won’t let me bear to think
Oh this man
And Oh his prayer
Won’t send my dead ass anywhere
The end of your life writ in blood
Well mine’s now writ in ink
Whether this struggle left me with signs or sins
At least I now know that this must begin
With a life I chose to leave incomplete
and yet the concrete still dirties my feet
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