Drink to the dead
now the ghosts in the warfields
eat bread of the body
of a god make believe
these sticks and these stones
will break hearts and split bones
piece of mind only comes when you realizeYou can't chase away all your demons now
with withered and broken legs
as your crippled sanity
swings like a pendulum
hanging like a phantom limbI edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)
