Obscured Wingtip Memoir - Woolly Mammoth Burial Site
Lay down and waitLay down and wait like an animal
Torn shirt, white collar
Your torn white collar makes way for the laughter
Ending processes forced against my heart
A blinding light sings its dying horns
Many of my scraps of dignity
Turn themselves into nothing but mold
Pushing this innocence into cannon fodder
A millennium of torture is nothing for our father
I promised you a safer touch
But right now its looking like we're both out of luck
(Now twist that knife thats in your stomach)
Written by:
Gavin Hammerle
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