PERFECT TEETH
Bathed in adoration
Perfect teeth, impossible hair
High on ancestral elevation
Too taken care of to care
Our little world doesn’t turn like that
Good people die
Rats get fat
Spoon in your mouth or the world on your back
Good men die
Rats get fat
When one of you falls
It’s as if the world doesn’t turn at all
We fools feel your pain as our own
And our pain pays for your summer homes
Drowning in frustration
Giving away the years
Eyes stinging with sweat
Our blood greasing the gears
When one of us falls
It’s as if we never were here at all
And the true believers
kids from nowhere towns
Come back as folded flags
Chewed up/Spit out
May their ghosts tear the skin from your back
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highsocietyhc posted this
...is a hardcore band from a town you don't know in a state that doesn't matter.