E.A Rumfield
12-30-2012, 02:16 AM
Amongst the skeletons of a once great kingdom,
Strung out on electric guitar and plum wine,
A shadow of my former self,
Dancing on the graves of everything
that has come here to now.
Amidst the ruins of a long gone scene,
tortured and raped, its inhabitants
now refugees.
Here stands our arrogance,
built upon layers of life
thicker than the riches of soil.
Here stands man,
**** in one hand pissing in the river
straw in the other
greedily sipping.
Strung out on electric guitar and plum wine,
A shadow of my former self,
Dancing on the graves of everything
that has come here to now.
Amidst the ruins of a long gone scene,
tortured and raped, its inhabitants
now refugees.
Here stands our arrogance,
built upon layers of life
thicker than the riches of soil.
Here stands man,
**** in one hand pissing in the river
straw in the other
greedily sipping.