Concrete curtain
Am I paranoid when I see vultures circling
One more step
and down comes the final curtain
All silky and red
but just as solid as concrete
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
and there is no turning back
The black roses has covered the soil
and the thorns are needles with red poison
I see happy people
if people is what they are
They are satisfied with living in the dark
worshiping the concrete curtain
In the next crossing
I hope the road signs will not be twisted
I don't know why
but I want to dance in your light again
even though you sent me on this journey
For you are the beauty in all the macabre
Words by Natalie
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 07:21
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