quiet now, the birds are singing,
and you dont want them listening in.
the eyes behind these words are telling,
the words dont know how to begin.
the coverup of this little venture,
procession motorcade-
relates the days along with time
when all was still okay.
answer me, brother dear,
how can you defend yourself?
answer me my brother dear,
how could you waste this little life?

call the surgeon, please come quickly
remove this pain from me.
it's been embedded, waiting for the
light of day to see
let me know when all is done,
and i will thank you very well
let me know when everyone
is holed up in their shells.

wasted, in a forest of pornography
i'm waiting for the light to come to me
the bedroom is a stage,
i've always loved to say
and never coming back
will be the world i lost that day
i found the blood, stain the sheets
the point where all the chaos meets
the lies we told to build the truth,
are now escaping from the mouth
every time the in and out
came deeper, and closer to me
until the night that i could say that
i was never free

call the surgeon, please come quickly
remove this pain from me.
it's been embedded, waiting for the
light of day to see
let me know when all is done,
and i will thank you very well
let me know when everyone
is holed up in their shells.

02/29/2004

Author's Note: lyrics. these are very rough, and i would welcome any constructive crit you have to offer. thanks.

Posted on 02/29/2004
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