Sunday, November 8, 2009

Sleep Well

In through your window, the sky will fall;
You'll trap the stars in jars and line them along your walls. 

As the moonlight fills the veins beneath your skin,
You'll hear us knocking, oh, but you won't let us in.

Because you've got no friends,
And you've got no heartbeat.
Your insides are rotten now,
So there's nothing to fix.

You called me out; I shrugged you off.
I don't have the time to watch you bash in all their skulls.
'cause there's a new boss in town, his heart is black, but his hands can reach through anything.
Stick your head in the ground. You might just dodge the guns.

But I'm not your friend.
And I will not fix you.
My insides are hollow now
So you're all on your own.

Monsters - Electric President.
Amy Sol.

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