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listen...







the ground by her feet is about to explode

deadly secrets revealed by a constant erode

from a cave came liquid down a burning slope

till it reached the bottom where it drained her hope

survival was taught at an early age

but nothing like this had ever came

tied tight with a string

let loose with a pin

another's handywork will be cause for an end







the others yelled faintly from up above

knowing nothing of what she had done

the tear drop flows

the tear drop falls

she's frozen in fear and waiting for the next call

deciding on what she should do next

clamping down on her survival vest

frost flows out from her shaking mouth

a stone below offers one last chance







at sunset the banquet was full of hype

run the light pedal down pick her up by nine

rental tux and a scent to match

snapshot blonde cover red dress nicotine patch

gentleman gestures only partly himself

patrician lady in an hour with professional help

clean white smiles and chic attire

articulations calculated through a satellite wire

for eight long years theyd been seen as one

every public appearance left the camera stunned

everythings fine, nothing is wrong

except the ringing of half concious slumber gone wrong

the previous night he devised a plan

dissolved in liquid ingredients that would kill

propose a toast...cheers to his wife

she rotates left and spills her doom and laughs about it all night