Wreck your warped wood.
I will cut every cracked corner.
Wrapping every worn wire.
Break down your sunken, un-sound structure.
Rip out your ragtag roof.
Float your long forgotten flatwork.
And build your bearing wall stronger than before.
Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words To those adorned with the touch of rose petals And the blessed gift of forgetfulness For these are your years and days to outshine Push on and soar higher This is your memory Your everything and the inbetween Push on and soar high
mr. fix it man, when you really think about it...it really is an honest living.
ReplyDeletewhy did you leave out the last verse?
"Submissive, you break down my sunken, un-sound behind,
Rip out my insides with you're fishing pole,
I suck your long forgotten hard wood,
And beat you off harder than ever before"