| A Girl a Gun a Ghost – Pangolin Dreams Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Staring through glasses with no lenses At a tree climbing the sky. Our father seems to have lost his senses As he stands before our burning home With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will… Gasoline dreams from a wishing well. I was so young; we were so innocent at a time when innocence made sense. The flames laughed at us as I held you in my arms. Youth would not be wasted on us; we both have come so far. What have I become? How could this have happened? I was so careful, I wore the garbs of a saint with stained-glass cufflinks. I’d forgotten what I was looking for. Power is flowing but the bulb is blown, I have no faith to call my own. With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will… Gasoline dreams from a wishing well. As I stumble onto broken knees, screaming at broken sleeping ghosts On a hill with three trees… The royalty is coming for my loyalty. Even Carpenters make mistakes, measure once cut twice. I am so very apathetic. You abandon me. Cradled in my mother’s arms, my reserves have been set free. |
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| A Girl a Gun a Ghost – Spider Inside Her Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Perhaps she’ll die for crimes adamantly denied. Shape-shifting words of serpents’ tongues Escaping from the mouths of young. Flipping through the matchbook My fingers feel the flames. The hangman’s noose can taste our lies… Now it wants our best. They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls. They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone. Still wet from birth in a sinking cage, Seventy-one floating souls One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave. Here comes the rectory licking it’s chops! Hungry for a Lamb to prey upon, They’re taking this too far. "She will learn, or she will burn." Will she learn? Watch now as they skin her words alive! The church bells ring, the choir sings, for confessions of a guiltless crime! This textbook fire; young lies for hire; As Annabelle recites her rosaries. Hear her cries adamantly defied! The children swear, their teeth are bared, She knows this is her cross to bear. Snow comes down tonight reflecting Anna’s white… Their vacant lord knocking down her door Knows she has nowhere to hide. They bred poor Annabelle in a trophy room of blackened skulls. They held a wonderful feast where everyone dined alone. Still wet from birth in a sinking cage, Seventy-one floating souls One hundred forty-two defiant stares; so brave. She stumbles forward; they close the village gates behind her back… Her gown’s a dirty white, "She will be purified tonight!" We watched the bodies burn one by one. The children carried stolen lanterns filled with rotting diamonds. Seventy-one bodies lit the valley below, The embers dancing pirouettes above Witch Mountain’s snow. She will burn. (She burns, she bleeds. She wants. She screams.) She’s burning bright… |
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