Time left in my mind for savouring all
over the wall, savour my life, savour my
feed.
savour all of my beasts lifes for keeps.
'till i'm over the wall, over and done
stripped to my tongue, leaving my beasts
over the wall
over the all of the alls and all
Wishing my wellbeing
though i'll only die when every car's an
empty thing and
nothing's left
not even in
Bag filled with hope and my beasts
(it crossed my hand)
I've broken my things, so what happens
now?
Only hope it don't register on my own
mind.
And it seems that i've caught my hand
oh no!
Done seeing without sight
It's reason allright
forwarding cases of angst onto the floor
with all the things we ask for
flys volunteering to take my weigth and
hold me to the night time sky
there's my mum, no need to cry.
Bag filled with hope and my beasts
(it crossed my hand)