Cursive

Tempest

Cursive


Wind blown 
A semi capsized in the storm 
Stranded 
The rains of June have cleansed it 
A baptism of sufferage 

Take two 
One man beneath a waning moon 
Still birth 
The abortive child of entropy 
Careening for identity 

Tempt him 
Break him in slowly 
His heart is quick to judge 
But his hands are too lonely 
Break him in slowly... 

Red dawn 
Another storm opens her arms 
She's whispering 
"Surrender all your loyalties" 
Hand over your idle hands of false idols 
Let the rains embrace you 

Now... 
Break them in slowly 
Young hearts are quick to judge 
But their hands are so lonely 
Break them in slowly...
Break them in slowly...