we beat west (it beat us back)
from that bitter broken b****.
she pulled us back to nurse on her silted t** and pull us down to her rusted womb, to be unsung cogs fell to unmourned/unmarked tombs.
we beat west
for bluer skies and sweeter lies.
we fell past the pale and back through to the pulp and pink.
we made our beds and now, like rust, we shall never sleep.
so let us drink
to the dreams, and the dreamers long dead and gone
between us.
line up a shot for every fight we've fought and lost, and let us pray that its slow, we tip to the measuring line, to be fit for a box of pine.
from that bitter broken b****.
she pulled us back to nurse on her silted t** and pull us down to her rusted womb, to be unsung cogs fell to unmourned/unmarked tombs.
we beat west
for bluer skies and sweeter lies.
we fell past the pale and back through to the pulp and pink.
we made our beds and now, like rust, we shall never sleep.
so let us drink
to the dreams, and the dreamers long dead and gone
between us.
line up a shot for every fight we've fought and lost, and let us pray that its slow, we tip to the measuring line, to be fit for a box of pine.