12.Conquest Of Bread
wide eyes under water salt burns them open
keep hold of the rope keep on looking
crumbs from the table kept us diving under
but there's nothing left in the ocean
pull in the rope
half drowned and wet holding nothing
chocking on hope
the hands down our throats are such kind ones
its the heaviest load but that's not my cross to carry
empty bottle hands and they hold nothing
cut these cobweb chains for they hold nothing
toss some silver across to me a lead life ring to throw the
drowning
stopped halfway to the falling gate a lead life ring to throw
the drowning
cook sold the meals exchanged it for a horse
which was carried for miles by the small ones
crippled of fingers stealing a crust of bread
make for the door hiding something
leaving our hope
replaced with self hating and loathing
choking on dope
the wine down our throats keeps us silent
tell me what you are hiding from
its dark in here I'd rather not say
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