Gory Details (the Authority Of Anarchy) Lyrics

GORY DETAILS (the authority of anarchy)
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Down in the river with a flooded mind, rain cloud in thunder there’s a
flower I’m trying to find, the handshake of the rich shake the bone of
the poor, pulse beat of legend survives from days of yore, rub mankind
with an eraser then trace him with invisible ink, a dream is a word
asleep to think, wheels of destination on the road of never, reflection
of reality after the sever, traces of a way there’s fingerprints on the air,
what ghost would even hint at such a dare, where is the last moment
at now, nothing is forever the wind don’t know how, move like a
concentric mood in the dark, feed the flame to cool the spark, the sky
is asleep; down means straight from here, an eye is worth about twenty
more cents than an ear, light is a bath like water in a grave, I read in a
magazine that heros aren't really brave, the moon is on the breeze for
a new pimp, the pope is not allowed to make fun of god’s limp, she is
like a hunger for which there has never been an appetite, someone
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desire are cupped for a handout, vanity is hanging out with humility
fishing for doubt, the politics of the grass is always greener, everyday
the morning seems to be getting meaner, one day sleep will wake up
on it’s death bed, memory is telling decision about what destiny said, a
world in a heartbeat; chaos on the head of a pin, trifles in the wood-
grain where poetry is a sin, a limp box of distraction; dig up a scar,
their measuring for a rainbow gonna plant a star, the sky is the belly of
a dead sailor, he used to drink and dance with heaven’s jailer, the truth
is tattooed on the inside of Babylon’s lips, the naked light is revealed
as the darkness strips, numbers wont fit on things that don’t have a
name, this fool spent his entire fortune on fame, water is upside down;
talk to a dream, music is like waves flesh is like steam, the city of
strangers where the government is rain, the land of the forgiven where
they worship the goddess of pain, an approximate apparition leaves a
picture perfect vision, authority like weather rules with indecision.
jan 88