Darkness in the attic? No light whatsoever?
Yeah, it was here you buried the truth
it's big, horned and smell of goat
and lo and behold, it's still alive
scraping pointed hooves against the floor boards
butting its horned head, aiming ...
Oops, was that your complacency?
Your false innocence and trust in fate?
You, my dear, are top of the food chain
accept the wild beast that whip you from within
drumming in your breast, crying in your soul
innocence, innocence marry my guilt
Beware of whom you imprison, challenge
what you eat, may have teeth, horns, hooves
may be yourself, buried in the closet
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-03 12:53:38
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