Text písně On Broken Wings: Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters

Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters


the sound of a
primate the offensive
of attempting
to create illusions
with goals of
appearing larger to
an enemy but can
you dance like indrid cold?
my arm hair stands
on end i've got
some questions,
and i want them answered
am i nothing more than an upright ape?
built in defenses,
heartbeat increases
an ape with shame,
and an ego to match







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