CryWolf
September 13th, 2011, 12:48 PM
Wizard on fire
Thinking man, the thinking man
Knock Knock Knock on the door
Pedestal eyes
Looking down, the gazing frown
Odd Odd fly on the wall
You don’t know
Really how could you know?
The truth never pleads with privacy
It’s the lie that demands seclusion
A little dab of hope on the plate
Tasty crumbs of torture
Wayward the son
Running through the present gloom
In In In on the joke
Character shame
Oozing out in every shout
Run Run Run to home base
You don’t know
Really how could you know?
The truth never pleads with privacy
It’s the lie that demands seclusion
A little dab of hope on the plate
Tasty crumbs of torture
Thinking man, the thinking man
Knock Knock Knock on the door
Pedestal eyes
Looking down, the gazing frown
Odd Odd fly on the wall
You don’t know
Really how could you know?
The truth never pleads with privacy
It’s the lie that demands seclusion
A little dab of hope on the plate
Tasty crumbs of torture
Wayward the son
Running through the present gloom
In In In on the joke
Character shame
Oozing out in every shout
Run Run Run to home base
You don’t know
Really how could you know?
The truth never pleads with privacy
It’s the lie that demands seclusion
A little dab of hope on the plate
Tasty crumbs of torture