Trap Door

The stars will align
And prove that everything's fine
We collect souls like wheat grass
And turn ourselves into wine

We slowly become dust
Imaginations are busted
As our souls shine and rust
We no longer can be trusted

It's a simple goal that we have
To turn the checkers into plaid

We slowly become dust
Imaginations are busted
As our souls shine and rust
We no longer can be trusted

To rain down the heavens soaked in sweat
To finally be put to bed

We slowly become dust
Imaginations are busted
As our souls shine and rust
We no longer can be trusted



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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