Saturday, February 11, 2006

WINGS OF WAX

WINGS OF WAX
3/00

Waiting here, wrinkles right in front of me
Dying skin is not what I call company
Killing time like it was a felony
Tasting smiles like they are obscenity

Talking there like you have a thing to say
On your knees begging for a god to pay
All the checks that you’re floating when you pray
Are you banking on a house that’s made of clay?

I can’t fly like that
I can’t see the reason in your plead
I can hear you splat
Wings of wax will never set you free
When you’re flying for the sun

Judging there like you have a law to plead
Crucifix gave them all eternal greed
Justify all the sinners you make bleed
When you take their land by holy creed

I can’t fly like that

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