Sugar Grass - Grown Ups

Dressed in white it creeps at dawn
To test the light inside it's form
On the eve of your firstborn
To bring about a union worn
Beast it lies and dormant lays
A tryst of woeful accolades
Lonely tell upon the face
The poor can judge consumer's race
Oh but you're like golden shores
White panther's claws
No tender gaze
Risk tantric rage
Red dress green gown
Bright songbird town
No weather vane
Oh but I can't find or make or lie
A single thing that I don't like
Precious stones and flowers tied
A test of your once violent life
A person watch abreast he holds
With you a portrait of your home
Wherein upon you first decide
To share with him your secret life
A bitter storm of salt and fluse
Beseech you in your darkest youth
I've a detrimental vice
You feel yourself a boring wife
Oh but you're like golden shores
White polished floors
No headboard shame
Risk broken frame
Red dress green gown
Write reasons down
No reaper wage
Oh but I can't find or make or lie
A single thing that I don't like
Precious stones and flowers tied
A test of your once violent life
Pressure daunting pleasure's game
Across a field of sweetened cane
Bows of hope and winter's warmth
The time and scope will hide the thorns
Weather rains and weather pours
The sleek deterministic chord
Such escape of failed moonlight
A test of your once violent life
Oh but you're like golden shores
White polished floors
No headboard shame
Risk broken frame
Red dress green gown
Write reasons down
No reaper wage
Oh but I can't find or make or lie
A single thing that I don't like
Precious stones and flowers tied
A test of your once violent life

Written by:
Jake Savins, Nika Hiraeth

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