Paroles de Scopedog

Graveside manner shallow and quick I hold onto this Sharpening a laid open knife Objective years from now Homeless memories scrounge for change Humming tunelessly In the crush at exit There's too many cameras just to kill my way out No one does monsters Better than us In the jet lag between wars Pollack the world with the blood of martyrs Notches on the stock keeping score Never let go of your dead Until the stage curtains fall Words of consolation Are short term damage control I'm holding you When you die because i'm killing you In your last, share your pain with someone who fucking cares No haunted past On my sleeve Living and dying out of sequence Used to death Short term pain Dulled down by repetition Firewood soaked in tears Grey snow? Ashes fall