Idlewarrior
09/09/08, 03:52 PM
Dear president, it is August second and I have found
An element noble, it will defy all previous pronounced
The tables shall turn into our hands; we send a note of death
Please forgive us Japan, but you forced a man
Of many to condemn the lives of those now island
Maybe, if things weren’t changing, we’d talk business
But the truth is, we’ve got soldiers on lightning horses
Storming persons who’ve not done much to fight
The stretch of gravity, But belittling their country
Is just a tad too far for me, we represent a take on irony
Capitalistic dreams, to have our children’s pockets full of love
For us, but a nightmare has come to pan out the weakness
Our sons had to pick up the pieces, and forget what we’ve done
The world in parts, a broken mess, like feeling underdressed
At the wedding of the one who took the most out of your breath
And maybe, if things weren’t changing, we’d talk innocence
But the failure of our fathers, have left us complacent
On our situations, what we need is Albert and a writer
To protect our country from each other, to keep our undiscovered
Open for discussion
Even if in the end, I end up thinking about things to see
If I will make the mistake of becoming a father to a child
That is capable of hate so great, it cripples by arm and hand
Calling out daddy, but what left my lips, was get a grip
You’ve out grown old habits, to say I’ve lost faith
Wouldn’t be too accurate, I want to hear you say it
Say you wish you weren’t such a virus plaguing me
Please tell me I’m needed like a dramatic entry
to poetry, Like my mouth to eat
Say you didn’t mean it, and you plan on being there
Tell me I’m a liar; tell me I haven’t spent the time
Hanging on to nothing, but my keys to a set of tires
An element noble, it will defy all previous pronounced
The tables shall turn into our hands; we send a note of death
Please forgive us Japan, but you forced a man
Of many to condemn the lives of those now island
Maybe, if things weren’t changing, we’d talk business
But the truth is, we’ve got soldiers on lightning horses
Storming persons who’ve not done much to fight
The stretch of gravity, But belittling their country
Is just a tad too far for me, we represent a take on irony
Capitalistic dreams, to have our children’s pockets full of love
For us, but a nightmare has come to pan out the weakness
Our sons had to pick up the pieces, and forget what we’ve done
The world in parts, a broken mess, like feeling underdressed
At the wedding of the one who took the most out of your breath
And maybe, if things weren’t changing, we’d talk innocence
But the failure of our fathers, have left us complacent
On our situations, what we need is Albert and a writer
To protect our country from each other, to keep our undiscovered
Open for discussion
Even if in the end, I end up thinking about things to see
If I will make the mistake of becoming a father to a child
That is capable of hate so great, it cripples by arm and hand
Calling out daddy, but what left my lips, was get a grip
You’ve out grown old habits, to say I’ve lost faith
Wouldn’t be too accurate, I want to hear you say it
Say you wish you weren’t such a virus plaguing me
Please tell me I’m needed like a dramatic entry
to poetry, Like my mouth to eat
Say you didn’t mean it, and you plan on being there
Tell me I’m a liar; tell me I haven’t spent the time
Hanging on to nothing, but my keys to a set of tires