Unknown2005-08-23 17:44:22
You take the curtains away
See-through and iridescent
To show the world as it is
Morbid and evanescent
Charming how they smile
From within their windows
While everyone walks on by
Like houses without souls
One by one, during the entire time
Like soldiers without a cause
They walk single file
To their deaths with applause
I'm sure the faces that watch them
They think this is all all right
Left handed to believe that they'll come back
As the last of them walk out of sight
I tell you to let the curtains go
That I can't see anymore
But still you make me watch
Through that open door
Blood spills down the face of children
As they laugh instead of weep
Their fathers and mothers look away
Hoping to get another hour of sleep
Martyrs crucify themselves on their hopes
While priests deliver the killing blow
The lover, he stands there and smiles
Blue lips unmoving and cold
Not even angels stand still for too long
Their wings pounding against the onslaught of despair
Torn from their bodies by its sheer force
So they're forced to take the stairs
Murder is the god of the times
And greed is his child
His lover, his wife is Pain
Their hands twisted with waste and bile
I turn away and place my face in my arms
You let the curtains fall
But the memories will always be there
Like a coin with two sides, one left to crawl
On its Other Side.
"The Other Side"
2005
See-through and iridescent
To show the world as it is
Morbid and evanescent
Charming how they smile
From within their windows
While everyone walks on by
Like houses without souls
One by one, during the entire time
Like soldiers without a cause
They walk single file
To their deaths with applause
I'm sure the faces that watch them
They think this is all all right
Left handed to believe that they'll come back
As the last of them walk out of sight
I tell you to let the curtains go
That I can't see anymore
But still you make me watch
Through that open door
Blood spills down the face of children
As they laugh instead of weep
Their fathers and mothers look away
Hoping to get another hour of sleep
Martyrs crucify themselves on their hopes
While priests deliver the killing blow
The lover, he stands there and smiles
Blue lips unmoving and cold
Not even angels stand still for too long
Their wings pounding against the onslaught of despair
Torn from their bodies by its sheer force
So they're forced to take the stairs
Murder is the god of the times
And greed is his child
His lover, his wife is Pain
Their hands twisted with waste and bile
I turn away and place my face in my arms
You let the curtains fall
But the memories will always be there
Like a coin with two sides, one left to crawl
On its Other Side.
"The Other Side"
2005
Sobran2005-08-23 18:41:39
...wow. No other word but "wow". Extremely powerful, to say the least.