Coffin
Her long black hair was pulled back tight
From a town in the weeds
A face that should be painted in purple light
Her loves in the past didn't succeed From that miserable town he was met with deride In the end they were shot their love was denied
The foundation to all appearances they forgot
They found no shelter and no choir Because there seemed no bravery in their action as well as in their expression
They found only smoke and fire
In a settlement with a hidden psychotic depression
Ash on a sleeve ash is all we leave
Nothing left but dust in a house the fragmented wall and a starving mouse
Smoke stakes suspended marked where his story ended
Forgotten hope and despair
Creepily floating in the rotten flesh stinking air
Pointed fired scarlet mouths of guns left the men stacked up in a smoking pile
On natures green that was made to bring its inhabitants a smile
Politicians visages hover up overhead
Their bombs leaving nothing only knee deep gore and memories that are blood stained red
Under the violet fog of an unreal city their children left in pity
Where they grieve now covered in leaves
Hovering Black wings Swing and sing in Spring
Loud and long, is my song
Where I hear, bones rattling ear to ear
From Prides coffin
Her long black hair was pulled back tight From a town in the weeds
A face that should be painted in purple light
Her loves in the past didn't succeed From that miserable town he was met with deride In the end they were shot their love was denied
The foundation to all appearances they forgot
They found no shelter and no choir Because there seemed no bravery in their action as well as in their expression
They found only smoke and fire
In a settlement with a hidden psychotic depression
I see stagnant water and sand
Clenched in a fist of a dead hand
Man brought forth and ending in the soil the vanity of their violent toil
Laughing at us without mirth from the Earth
Under the violet fog of an unreal city their children left in pity
Where they grieve now covered in leaves Hovering Black wings Swing and sing in Spring
Loud and long, is my song Where I hear, bones rattling ear to ear
From Prides coffin
From a town in the weeds
A face that should be painted in purple light
Her loves in the past didn't succeed From that miserable town he was met with deride In the end they were shot their love was denied
The foundation to all appearances they forgot
They found no shelter and no choir Because there seemed no bravery in their action as well as in their expression
They found only smoke and fire
In a settlement with a hidden psychotic depression
Ash on a sleeve ash is all we leave
Nothing left but dust in a house the fragmented wall and a starving mouse
Smoke stakes suspended marked where his story ended
Forgotten hope and despair
Creepily floating in the rotten flesh stinking air
Pointed fired scarlet mouths of guns left the men stacked up in a smoking pile
On natures green that was made to bring its inhabitants a smile
Politicians visages hover up overhead
Their bombs leaving nothing only knee deep gore and memories that are blood stained red
Under the violet fog of an unreal city their children left in pity
Where they grieve now covered in leaves
Hovering Black wings Swing and sing in Spring
Loud and long, is my song
Where I hear, bones rattling ear to ear
From Prides coffin
Her long black hair was pulled back tight From a town in the weeds
A face that should be painted in purple light
Her loves in the past didn't succeed From that miserable town he was met with deride In the end they were shot their love was denied
The foundation to all appearances they forgot
They found no shelter and no choir Because there seemed no bravery in their action as well as in their expression
They found only smoke and fire
In a settlement with a hidden psychotic depression
I see stagnant water and sand
Clenched in a fist of a dead hand
Man brought forth and ending in the soil the vanity of their violent toil
Laughing at us without mirth from the Earth
Under the violet fog of an unreal city their children left in pity
Where they grieve now covered in leaves Hovering Black wings Swing and sing in Spring
Loud and long, is my song Where I hear, bones rattling ear to ear
From Prides coffin
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Writer(s): Stuart Hamer
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