She who stands no taller…

Giving in your life
For the moment of dice
You don’t know what you’ve gotten.

If you know what you listen to in the story in the head
you gotta see that the hands are turning the clock, you will listen.

The glock in my hands, is just for protection
You know I live for adventure

Its just a bullet in a one shot man
I can’t take the rule
That you have to use it soon
And I never knew about the ticking

If you don’t understand just rest your sorry little head
To the sound of the footprints in the sand

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we have
We live by what we have
We live by what we have
We live by what we…

In the corner of the room, you sit waiting for him.
The war had ended years ago but still you sit at that window.
She made you a widow, she will never come back, just give up now.
I know its hard to use that knife, but you will see it becomes much easier.
It doesn’t matter that the war has ended, your still a causality in my eyes.
I speak of this so that you know I will wait, but come to me now, and the pain will end.

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we hate
We live by what we hate
We live by what we hate
We live by what we…

A duck on the lakeside, in the corner of your eye
it sit there wondering about food as the world ignores its general presence
It only exists to you, just look at it,
its nothing more complicated than a billion trillion atoms,
its not worth the sot that it just ate.
It doesn’t matter that the war has ended, your still a causality in my eyes.
I speak of this so that you know I will wait, but come to me now, and the pain will end.

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we know
We live by what we know
We live by what we know
We live by what we…

In a word it can end
at the sound of a sigh
in the lights passing breach
escape to the lights and see what I mean
its not what you think
is a decoy fodder that you
have no hope of reaching
the machine gun loads
take a shot
your just as dead as the other ones

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we love
We live by what we love
We live by what we love
We live by what we…

we have the pain
we hate the duck
we love the gun
we hate the sun
we love the fun
it was all good while it lasted
I didn’t think it could move like that
Its not as easy as you think
I didn’t mean it to be like that
I was really drunk at the time
No-one knows what you meant, but I listened
Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds..

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