It's only cold when the wind blows...
May I ask how you found me? May I ask why you found me?
Revive me,
pile drive me.
I can't hear the tone, but I can record your heart beat. Leave it on the front steps and lets step on it, together. A blood pact if you may.
hey
hey
where's your heart of stone?
Oh
hello?
Right. Heartless, enslaved to the misery you manifest within the crevices of your brain.
slow, fast. speed it up now....
Run it back.
Remix of feelings? No.
A symphony of emotions, I think so. Can you run my 2/2 time?
cash deposits won't secure your heart.
But cash money is your wife, uh huh.
wait, wait, a heartless lump,
resting sideways amongst the tumbleweeds...
we'll keep on rollin'...
goin' with the flow...
©2009
Morgan Doowrah
what?
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