Hey you. She's gonna get you. If you go walking by. This corner slow. Don't think she's gonna let you leave. Just because you want to go. . Boy you. Ain't seen nothing yet.
So would you tell me now. Are life and death a symmetry. Balanced on scales, either side chosen. And could these moments balance out against eternity.
He never closed his eyes. Or so we theorized. But we were young and bold. And he was mostly old. And his time nearly done. . He came back from a war. On some forgotten shore.
In the dark and bleeding. With the shadows seething. There he stands alone. . Fools and faith conspire. Questions of desire. That they never owned. . Kings without their armor.