By The Banks Of Pandemonium

I urged for a walk in the garden on a tranquilDawn in June The silence caused by man himselfAnd chaos by the moon The snake was draggedIn leather black – as draped in common conscienceAestethically he crawled away from a neighborhoodOf nonsenseMaterialized a howling dog neglected by theCaptain’s log and flogged into obedience- Now he’s my brother tooDown along the banks there was this brittle, littleGirl that never begged to be released into aDerailed world Being chained to the lies ofA universal order she’s now – like the snake +Dog – my innocent, pre-whacked brotherBut the grass is still green- If you know what I mean(Just like the blood runs redAnd you know you are a-dying)With a head filled to the brimOf their legalized leadFor when the heat becomes to heavyThey will pack their bags and leaveYou easily reveal the sins of brothers so naive(This fable is a damned one – you will damn it, believe…)

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