Purple Prose
Purple Prose - Little Death songtekst
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The good could not enfold us We grew wrong, so long ago The few who take flight with their sorrow And refuse to let go How our cries lie frozen deep Beneath muzzled smiles Like nerve gas their violence slowly seeps Through the dusk of empty lives Oh! We know As we're kissing slow A bruised mouth knows no worth We can't move never move forward never move forward Under the floors we caress upon A cell of broken hearts sobs and calls We toss them drugged avowals of hope Too late, black rain falls Hindsight shrinks into the dark Leaving a sad still lake of pain We choke back its tides forever Cursing our fate The dead weight of our fate