by Rahul Bhattacharya on Friday, 10 July 2009 at 00:16
the paradise lost an angel today
they pray for your mercy
soldiers marching past a desert
dead souls in disarray
the anchor that had to let the ship go
still yearns for the ballroom dance
fear and loathing inside my crystal pie
the moderns tried so hard to hate
crickets making love in a bush nearby
the smile that only pink can bring
the emptiness of a forsaken temple
sometimes the flute forgot to cry
memories that yesterday brought
feel so chilling somehow
as the martyrs feasted on my crystal pie
a piss yellow sunset marked the end of the day
the paradise lost an angel today
they pray for your mercy
soldiers marching past a desert
dead souls in disarray
the anchor that had to let the ship go
still yearns for the ballroom dance
fear and loathing inside my crystal pie
the moderns tried so hard to hate
crickets making love in a bush nearby
the smile that only pink can bring
the emptiness of a forsaken temple
sometimes the flute forgot to cry
memories that yesterday brought
feel so chilling somehow
as the martyrs feasted on my crystal pie
a piss yellow sunset marked the end of the day
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