Friday, November 13, 2009

Swept in under

River of superstitious tomorrow
Bending towards the weakest levy
By the choruses chilling vibrato
Will the makers be saved

Don't leave, the raft is gone
The current will take you
It's far too strong
White water, friendless beginning
Thrashing itself to drops and vapors
In his hardened eyes the lord is reliving
When condemn did he, the makers

Don't leave, the raft is gone
The current will take you
It's far too strong

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