Hartaches and Larksongs

Star-eyed Loves

They're covering their eyes with light,

laying in on black and white

magick is....

Good?

Bad?

They light candles on our heads,

Make us do on grassy beds.

Magick is....

Good?

Black?

 Years and ages still alive

or

oh, stupid earth. Speak.

Who messed up your age?

God they're making love

into a joke now,

aren't they.

Can't you people not behave? (Just a question)

They're laughing more than ever now before

we fall again because they're

blinding us with light

They're shoving crosses down our throats and

marrying the night

And there are snakes out

in wolves' clothing just

to sneak up on the sheep.

Just all in peace,

no violence,

'cause it's easier

for them the

bearers die and money

lies

under the desk.

A toast in red,

a dusty mess

while they twinkle in the sun and

woo you in the moonlight with their

pretty eyes

fathering lies.

What's another rose to hide? 

 Father,

they do know what they do.

They've other lovers and they love them but they need us.

And where does that leave us?

Why do they so hate us?

"It isn't hate, my dear it's love.'

Love! Then why all the lies?

"There are things you would not understand yet." 

So make me understand, then.

"But you look tired

Close your eyes."

Why? But can you not get out? 

Apparently not now

you're in

this secret club will

keep you out and

for your troubles keep you

hotter than you want to

and you'll burn

the chics

just want you -oh, they

don't now

And I'm not surprised.

Some hot guys are just

assholes and

they've broken countless hearts now

then they tell you,

'Hey,

babe,

don't judge me you don't know the truth (you won't),'

and flicking birds

fly past

your window.

Didn't these people run

your life? but you can't

have

a "ruin"

without running it wrong, I guess

and it's in how you rearrange the words.

'Cause it's all so easier when

you're in peace so

everything's peaced and

they kill you in peace so

there you go.

Peace.