sábado, novembro 03, 2007

playground martyrs

you run to the gatesyou know you'll be lateit's for your own goodit's for your own goodyou're likely to makethe grandest mistakeyou suffer aloneand the skin and the bonelet's sharpen thosenew sets of arrowsfor the next generationof playground martyrsand joining againon intolerable shamecause everyone sharesthe sins of their fathersschool bell ringssingle find intrade you might have believeeven afterso bring out those thingsthe hammer the wingsfor the next generationof playground martyrs
(Steve Jansen, Slope, 2007)