the desert and the seed
was it such an evil deed
to fall straight and true
like a bomb in plain view
silence your preachers
walk out on your teachers
lay down the king
be free to sing
turn the stone table
step around the fable
knit a heart for the ice queen
a real life lie on the silver screen
but after all is said and done
and we've cremated fun
write a pact in brothers blood
hold our thoughts and step into the flood
a summer memory faded with age
sits whimpering in its cage
we pump our fists into the air
you should've handled our hearts with care
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