Their heads just filled with air,
And I declare:
It takes much more than a kiss
To have face meet fist,
And I want to hear his jaw splinter
And maybe that will be an indication of
The horror of being easily discarded.
What should kill the sting
Only makes him more of a king.
All the martyrs would accept him as one of their own.
I won't accept you as anything other than a dial tone.
Your screams echo in the multitudes of trees,
As I just wish you farther away from me.
Over wind and under fire,
My heart only ever chooses its one desire.
You are not a prize,
I realize:
Where is my pride?
Where is the intellect that carried me to the other side?
We just need to listen to our brains,
Shut the doors behind our eyes,
Live in seclusion for a brief time.
We've got hearts full of bruises to match our eyes,
So don't get too worried by my beautiful lies.
