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auf der jagd nach chemtrails…

[embedded video] timelapse clouds

i run a trail of fire, through the meadow paths
guided by the river banks, trees from which to hide behind
keep running away from the fire
keep running away from the light ‘til it’s gone

our hourless summers, at one with the ground
and everything i loved you for, a trail of fire from the door
it leads me to a hiding place
and i can hear your signs

and i’ll hold this blade of grass, and i’ll hold ‘til eventide
the dark that shroud your loving neighbor, he’s the one who lit the paper
while the reason’s unexpressed, and senses are determined
the innocent are voiceless, the voiceless are innocent
ahe becomes a little itch, dig a hole out from the end
say a prayer to ma
hope that you reach the morning light the paper
say a prayer to ma
hope that you reach the morning light the paper

from them i strip the title, extinguished and misused
and all our engraved memories, and unsuccessful remedies
i’m sick of papering the cracks, extinguishing the fire tracks

though torn from desire, i’ve torn from the strife
lending pull of the door, but his fear of the war
holy water and air, where the walls went to play
as the … i’ll …, took the wanting away

questions, on top of questions
don’t think that answers are even here

why do you run from me?
running away from me?

unsung untied alive
unsung untied alive
unsung untied alive
unsung untied alive

trail of life – oceansize

hear this, the name to sell be retold another
I am down and you’re under me
all the prize it will cut these doubts right down to size
and well have this thing,
without the drive just to make you see her
i am striving to make a fist
a voice if i could just make you hear
make this alright,
and im still….still calling…..still….still…still callingsevered tongues and glowing eyes
another threat that comes as
no surprise and an expose
of burning lies blow our paper hero open wide
soon to be rendered obsolete
all you have been losing me
glamour pigs we ….
let blood run like a waterfall

toothy grins and….
… your soul will seek
now why dont you ring your maid
(im sorry now)
why dont you ring your maid
(im sorry now)
why dont you ring your maid
(im sorry now)

paper champion – oceansize