Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams i think that you exist but do you really?
|
electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent with hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement.
|
|
It's not indefinite, it's got a lifespan
|
you try to nurture it, hope for extension, as far as right and wrong,
|
i know the difference but right is oh so dull, and no one's interested.
|
|
Amestardamage doctors, prescribing recipes
|
with side affection stapled to your black jeans
|
expressions are revealing just where i'd rather be
|
but i'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene
|
|
Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth
|
so here goes
|
i've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter
|
it's on the wrong wall
|
|
-----------------
|
Where Do You Draw The Line
|
| From Autumn To Ashes |
