Из альбома: Interviews With David Frost
no the starving
know nothing of your chances.
The trusting have had enough. Last
breath of a fading few. Swell the
lies to tease the truth. Take this
for what it is. Before birthdays
lose meaning. Before the unmoving
depression that a stagnant life
assures. Begins to take form.
Before I lost patience with hinting
At your last hope. Roll your eyes
And run. The world will poke them
Out. This is the easy way. An empty
Look at a sober tear has put the
Hope for you in the unaware.
Aesthetics hide the sin in grey to
Keep it there