There's just no man upstairs.
there’s no God or heaven.
speeding fins on silver waves,
flame defiant.
eyes cast up to thinning air,
see blankets made of stars,
not stairs.
hear wind that whispers in your ear,
you need no there up there. (M.A.)
you stayed up late to wait,
for keys to a lock you’ll never find.
Cracking plains give way to leaves,
and pyramids that sing songs to the sky.
For penance you receive,
the world’s most dangerous weapon.
Press your ear to solid ground,
to hear a voice thunder,
souls are sounds.
There’s just no man upstairs.
There’s no God or heaven.
You stayed up late to wait,
for keys to a lock you’ll never find.
So tired of the noises,
the cries of the voiceless that say,
I can’t.
There’s just no man upstairs.
There’s no God or heaven.
not at all.
Lay waste to seven days,
no grace in shackled slaves.
No king or monarch to obey,
collared fingers, children’s legs.
The shark flashes a shape that says
there’s just no man upstairs.
there’s no god or heaven.
at all.
there’s no God or heaven.
speeding fins on silver waves,
flame defiant.
eyes cast up to thinning air,
see blankets made of stars,
not stairs.
hear wind that whispers in your ear,
you need no there up there. (M.A.)
you stayed up late to wait,
for keys to a lock you’ll never find.
Cracking plains give way to leaves,
and pyramids that sing songs to the sky.
For penance you receive,
the world’s most dangerous weapon.
Press your ear to solid ground,
to hear a voice thunder,
souls are sounds.
There’s just no man upstairs.
There’s no God or heaven.
You stayed up late to wait,
for keys to a lock you’ll never find.
So tired of the noises,
the cries of the voiceless that say,
I can’t.
There’s just no man upstairs.
There’s no God or heaven.
not at all.
Lay waste to seven days,
no grace in shackled slaves.
No king or monarch to obey,
collared fingers, children’s legs.
The shark flashes a shape that says
there’s just no man upstairs.
there’s no god or heaven.
at all.
envoyé par Dq82 - 23/6/2024 - 09:32
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