Kindly Defeated
Autumn leaves never touch the ground
My heart is a straight line
Snowflakes gently drift about
Each in perfect time
Wind whistles through your nose
A kingdom without men
Born and raised to take a stance
Against those on who we still depend
And the summer sun scorches our skin
We are stretched out from within
And the water
That quenched our thirst
Was brought to us first
I'm pretty sure they spiked the coffee maker
It's hard to breathe and we're feeling faint
The bongo of the master breaches
Ejecting sprays of dust and paint
I grabbed your hand and danced the night away
And with it it's hundred stars
I reached up high grasping the darkness
Trying to find your heart
And the winter moon brightens up our skin
We are stretched from within
And the fire
That kept us burning
Was violently turning
With masks and music we drove them away
Scared shitless were they
In the corner of the alley lives a bum
He's floating in outer space
I searched my pockets and tossed him a coin
Gambling my life away
He rose up high looking down upon us
Silly people he proclaimed
And the fathom air peels off our skins
We are pushed from within
And the throne
Upon which were are seated
Was kindly defeated
My heart is a straight line
Snowflakes gently drift about
Each in perfect time
Wind whistles through your nose
A kingdom without men
Born and raised to take a stance
Against those on who we still depend
And the summer sun scorches our skin
We are stretched out from within
And the water
That quenched our thirst
Was brought to us first
I'm pretty sure they spiked the coffee maker
It's hard to breathe and we're feeling faint
The bongo of the master breaches
Ejecting sprays of dust and paint
I grabbed your hand and danced the night away
And with it it's hundred stars
I reached up high grasping the darkness
Trying to find your heart
And the winter moon brightens up our skin
We are stretched from within
And the fire
That kept us burning
Was violently turning
With masks and music we drove them away
Scared shitless were they
In the corner of the alley lives a bum
He's floating in outer space
I searched my pockets and tossed him a coin
Gambling my life away
He rose up high looking down upon us
Silly people he proclaimed
And the fathom air peels off our skins
We are pushed from within
And the throne
Upon which were are seated
Was kindly defeated
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Writer(s): Chris Brans
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