2003-02-06 - 1:12 p.m.
The Weeping Holes
Go from this place of try and fail
Leave while time still cares
Save your hope until next time
maybe then I'll hear
Break your vows of take and take
I have room for no more
Swear this is the final time
I've heard that before The holes have filled past bust
the pressure
much stronger than us
The wall will not stand this still
the pieces
are all we have Dig in this high-product filth
fling it where you will
Save it from a rainy day
No growth is allowed
Bathe in this, the cleanest sludge
pouring from our mouths
Trample all the sunny days
underneath its shower The tears have regained their strength
The power
is no longer ours
The holes, once our needed friends
now falter
as our undoing
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