A HARD LINE INTO THE SUN

Can you see inside the eyes of a monster?

Could you find a way to let it go?

Could you fall away even faster?

Or is this all that you think that you know

Flying through the enemy airspace

They have got you locked in their sights

We keep worshiping angels

Whose angle it is to turn noon into night

Armageddon's men of disguise

Keep feeding us their medicinal lies

Fading fortunes are covered up and wearing thin

You might as well stop your self from trying

Because there is nothing left to do

Take cover my fabled sons of goodnight

Wash yourselves up against the shore

Extend a hand to your own unreciprocated demands

And walk a hard line into the sun

Follow it down until it bleeds no more

Tap into a vein until it is bruised and sore

Quality time should be of our making

Otherwise it lacks the freedom of form

We can't see the levels

Tata slaughtered his Indians

As the Germans die in the Russian snow

Washington crossed the Delaware

Their worlds of promise deliver cancellations on time


Robert Gray Gallagher

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