The stand will suffice, i suppose.
A tunnel painted on a brick wall.
When the crowd arrives in droves,
They won't question the depth at all.
I got a weak heart, so i've heard.
I wouldn't know because it hasn't said a word.
All the winters, not a sound.
It probably never had a chance to thaw out.
You don't touch what you want to survive.
So this distance is keeping me alive
Until the ones that have loved me are dead,
I will hold my breath and pray that my aim is true.
The meat sits in my blind spot.
The maze around it is the meal i want.
The meat sits in my blind spot.
Hallelujah, got a trophy kill.
[x2]
Maybe the flesh will have its day.
Maybe the meaning will not get in the way.
God saves every third person, [x3]
But he won't help us if we help ourselves.
I only marvel at existence in the language existence permits.
Most hearts make terrible sounds, so i laugh.
An army of images stalks the land in search of ideas.
I am struck only when i think to step back.
So a stand in will suffice,i suppose
A tunnel painted on a brick wall
When the crowd arrives in droves,
They don't question the depth at all.
