Music Banter - sometimes things are left best unsaid

some people dont care
as I breathe in the infect air
young childrens snarls
searing through, in the end
control is theirs, riding the
stallion, through wispy dreams
violation of the mind
betrayed for me

childrens eyes
Childrens eyes
become your truth
and your mystery is ours.
for all you have done said
and what you havent thought
betray
blaring screen

cheap gin and ciggerettes
in your pocket
as yu lick your wifes barette
subtle movement
are you the dead
no its all in her head

naked on my floor
lovely and mechaninical in one stride
life passes by
walking on silent bridges
over grasy knolls, of perpetual watch

the book wa sin his hand, or was it yours
that you shoved down the sewer that frosty midnight day?
and rockets red balre made love to ground
the women looked from behind her socket
dead pockets, and a worthless sip of life
dreaming about dead wifes

darkness is safer, but not always softer
thats what he said
the man in the desk

they come in the night
to make love to our kneecaps
with their pistols, and their gas
dissappearence encourgaed through love

and childrens eyes betray
betray

like a midsummers winters day
and as the new dawn risses the dead rise,with comrade in hand
contraceptive in mouth

rewrite the world today
plastic toast, and tubes of nothing

party everyday, hate every night
trustworthy allies in red jump suits bear the mark
of the enemy but the ally who will bed you will make you bleed in the end.