Words To The Last Supper
Humility Sheds A Tear - Gazing at the universe Humility sheds a tear Too - Ignorance enfuriates everything with its desire To remain aloof From the truth - Little pockets of sanity Wimper to each other Why not take the plunge - Honesty is the bedfellow Most often censored For its outrageous behavior - Templates of how to live Never seem to fit quite Right through the holes We go wondering If there isn't some other way - Fighting the world Kicks back a lot of concern About your health - The order best suited Defies description Denies any advice About how to have your cake and eat it too
The Persistence Of Life - The persistence of life ought to convince anyone They're on a winning team - Having no need for words The heart teases the mind into Believing it really said something - Every movement your body flows To the invisible Dancer Longing for a partner but too shy to ask - People love to pretend gets Stuck sometimes Sparks a fire Burns away the Rubbish to let nature do her thing - Patience etches and endless supply of Hard to find treasures Your very own Eye - Being of natural origins Can't stray too far comes back The place I never left - The memoirs of a civilization Are best read in the faces Of its people
Diamonds In The Rough - Reflections of you count on everything else being left out some to dry in the Sunlight sparkles Diamonds in the rough - Trust to the path most likely you get mixed up Never seeing the light og day Crosses itself to bow down barefoot - Sometimes it just works out out that way Reasons the mind To believe in something no jury Ever gave a second thought to - Choosing sides A calamity rises to the ocaission Looking for its just a simple case of right or wrong Isn't it - Why we do anything victimises the world into Believing it has solved the puzzle Into prison goes the answer - Experimental Fills the test tube You call life - Smiles from within Edge the landscape with a pleasant thought Jump Right In
Visions Of Innocence - "Ashes to ashes" never bothered Mostfolks try to get away Walking around in thin air - "An eye for an eye" often looses sight of the very thing It couldn't see in the first place - The Butchers of Heaven Know best the Fires of Hell - Visions of innocence slobber all over the plate Wondering who dun it - Casting the first stone finds itself to be drowned out by ohers Trying their hand at missing the mark - "On earth as it is in heaven" leaves a lot to be desired when the plate comes around - The price of Salvation Never seems enough to Satisfy me
Footprints - Chasing after you Runs down mountains of ice cream licking off the spoon - Remember when it was just a game Strangling squeals of laughter Into proper little people - Not knowing this pencils desire Follows around the curve another Brush with death Cheats the paper a Final word - Complicating our lives by leaps and bounds Over hill and dale Through summer and winter Never stops You can't believe how simple it is - Propelled from a cannon We seldomstop to think about the Target - Sunlight Trees the forest in Remarkable ways to watch your mind go Bananas - Footprints are a sure sign Something got away
The Mirrors Of Time - The mirrors of time Reveal most precisely the diet best for you - Why burden the young with the glories of the old When the mistakes are enough - Fascination with stories Flows our minds all over the place you want to be Is always Home - What we cannot imagine Breaths life into Everything Imaginable - Recognizing myself Everywhere I look Hides the seeking you sometimes never got around to lighting the match - Grafetti screams to be heard Is the museum of culture shock - Junkyards Remind Us
The Last Supper - The last supper innevitably comes too late to do the dishes - Some little grace Brings us to this moment Hardto believe any other way - Stumbling out of Hell casts a lot of shadows Climbing to the mountain top Rests a weary soul - Plenty of words empty the belly Hungry for one last meal In the light blinds us all - The most intimate moments shake your hand in a way You can't say Too much about never letting go - If we were History's little pawns Brushed off and come again it wouldn't be the First time - The Brilliance of what you could have been Pales in compasison with the truth Of what you are
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