With nothing more to come

Mudslides and suicides
Earthquakes and gamma rays
Devilish acts of God above
Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove

And in the corner there’s a broken man
His fingers are on the trigger now
And as the smell of dying embers
And rusty strings on his bow

Yeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high
We must build another tower and make it though the fires
We must sail the seven seas now the water abound
We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around
With noting more to come…

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~ by fardark on 09/05/2009.