music > solo > albums > Panzram >

 

Pile

I know you're weeping under that pillow
heart racing head full of snow
throughout the kingdom you're
unstoppable
liberate the tortures you impose
I would have walked her to the temple
light the candles for you too
blow the brains out of the generals
if it was me that she would have chose

but she failed so desperately
with that caress I no longer trust
now my skin must turn away
with wisdom tension and disgust
crawl your way up to the top
of the pile
the grotesque pile
the white pile

 

©2014, Timothy James Swenson