War
Green lamps in my eyes hide the stupid things that I’ve done
Hiding under a cloud of blue skies like a smoking gun
Needle teeth sheathed by naked lips
Atomic mushrooms sheathed in a halo of sinking ships
Waiting in gloom watching the clock sweat
A king’s ransom couldn’t break lovers’ debt
Slow to surface I can wait
Rolling cameras can’t outrun fate
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