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Feb 07, 2010
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Sympathy of the puppet dogs
''You blew me away''
''yes i blew you away
just the ghost of a whisper
an echo in my ears
torn down dogs''
''stripped to our bones''
''sand grains hold your blood''
''sand grains take of mine, whats spilled
in our innocence of the death spoils
If then we knew what now we still do not ''
''i blew you away''
''yes you blew me away
in a rage made from England and the U.S of A
manufactured in reprogramming camps
stripped down to our bones
torn down dogs
no little weapons of war''
''can you hear the oil in our ears
the contracts of rebuild
can you smell the paper in our pockets
that's burns a big scar on their souls''
''all the mental institutions
that house dog tag numbers
from the desert
where the glass store our blood
in its grains blown
to the dust that is baked a stain
by a sun that sears hot.
Do you smile to know
that its not you that is haunted?
do you breath easy at night
to know its you that's not taunted
with our bullet infused crys
and the stark naked fear in our eyes?
they blew us away
us puppet dogs blew you away''
''yes i blew you away
just the ghost of a whisper
an echo in my ears
torn down dogs''
''stripped to our bones''
''sand grains hold your blood''
''sand grains take of mine, whats spilled
in our innocence of the death spoils
If then we knew what now we still do not ''
''i blew you away''
''yes you blew me away
in a rage made from England and the U.S of A
manufactured in reprogramming camps
stripped down to our bones
torn down dogs
no little weapons of war''
''can you hear the oil in our ears
the contracts of rebuild
can you smell the paper in our pockets
that's burns a big scar on their souls''
''all the mental institutions
that house dog tag numbers
from the desert
where the glass store our blood
in its grains blown
to the dust that is baked a stain
by a sun that sears hot.
Do you smile to know
that its not you that is haunted?
do you breath easy at night
to know its you that's not taunted
with our bullet infused crys
and the stark naked fear in our eyes?
they blew us away
us puppet dogs blew you away''
Comments
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
3 weeks ago a friend of ours
Lunegirl
16 years 3 months ago
Oh im sorry Jayne, I wrote
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Never be sorry Vix …. we
Lunegirl
16 years 3 months ago
What does your friend do in
Orphani
16 years 3 months ago
I like the anger energy and
Lunegirl
16 years 3 months ago
Hey Barry,Thanks for
xena465
16 years 3 months ago
Great description...
Lunegirl
16 years 3 months ago
Hey rosina,How many people
xena465
16 years 3 months ago
I agree...