Sporus In Theatre letra

I slipped on the noose left hanging
From the wrists of boys who held every ounce of
Sadness they could summon to sleep and
Draw dreams that streamed down their faces.
The seats are empty and eyes are frozen,
Cut me from this tree called time and put
Me back on the shelf until i can smile again.
The fathers of compassion have left me
Thier bastard son orphaned in houses
Of wind where we both sit and cry as we rip out
The last page of every book we ever called a lover.

Rifles At Recess - Letras

• Custom Made Backstabber
• Dance On Your Grave
• Heroes Vs. Harlots
• I Died Twenty Times In 1986
• My Apologies To The Walking Dead
• No Evil Angels
• Sporus In Theatre