The Boudoirs - God Dies by the Wayside

	The Boudoirs - God Dies by the Wayside The Boudoirs -- 01 -- God Dies by the Wayside God dies by the wayside In a corner of the night In corners of jet mouths God pants, smeared by movement On a tapestry sublimed With washing instructions It dies as names like Abilene Slip under carotid tongues As connection rides on limitless All power, no innocence Obsession, cry on me now Obsession, cry on me now All on the ennui motorboat Speed over the promise lake All revved up, vultures in the fuzz Transpire as children at play This water spills over From the grind of a million wakes Knee-deep and in rainbows A slurry of platitudes One canon, one canyon One kodak, one ketamine She's random, they're in tandem You're young and you say damn them Obsession, cry on me now Obsession, come on me now God dies by the wayside In a corner of the night In crosses of jet streams God chokes in the paper In the signatures and lines And wanton vacations Get your head out this sad Cavity where light shines Only when something suspect comes up Tilt your head: evening sky Makes for sweet crème brulee Clouds burnt to a dead perfect crisp Put the sub to the sour The low to the lime Baby I feel inclined to get high Get me off in the sun To the honeybee drum Keep me down where I'm yet one more wisp In the straw, in your hair, on the wind At this rate just in time for the final hours We're a monk and a nun tending grace In havens removed From our sallow race Walk a sleet-spangled path In anemone strides Taking care in our steps like the blind <b>...</b>	From: TheBoudoirs Views: 1 0 ratings
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