Lirieke: Tides Of Man. Dreamhouse. Salamanders And Worms.

It terrifies me you can cause an echo a thousand times louder than I.
You see what you see.
I actually have dreams about all the ways you could die.
I plead. Your foundation crumbles at your feet,
but somehow still manage to keep armies of worms
underneath to squish on a killing spree.
Other's lives are cheap.
You would call the blue sky red with no shame.
You're god dam insane.
We're better off than you in every way that counts.
And we still have our souls.
We plan what we do, with two feet on the ground.
And we're still in control.
I plead. Your foundation crumbles at your feet,
but somehow still manage to keep armies of worms
underneath to squish on a killing spree.
Other's lives are cheap.
You would call the blue sky red with no shame.
You're god dam insane.
Feeling the words echo off the walls,
they find much more meaning in their decay,
although they were meant to mean nothing
when clumsily sputtered from my drunken face.
You would call the blue sky red with no shame.
You're god dam insane.