bedlam, dead lamb
\ndying little flower
\nblue is the gray of the doom
\nthe power of decay
\nwith death gently in bloom
\nand the end will come too soon<\/p>\n
gears grind, in rhythmatic time
\nkiller machine, and the beat goes on
\nand the beat within
\nfear pumped beating heart to the drums of sin
\nand the end comes too soon<\/p>\n
my blood, the color of orchids
\nin the midnight eclipse of pain and pride
\nI bleed myself for the good of the hive
\nstamped, labeled, tagged and cradled
\nand the end comes too soon<\/p>\n
promises spoken, are promises broken
\nsecrets of silence
\nvows of violence
\nours is a love like no other
\nyour fire, it stings, with the pleasure it brings
\nbut the end came too soon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"