More valuable life
With more ways to measure...

If they talk they talk after one
But all the nails in his socket were gone...

“Your friend is there
Within the walls...

I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...

Its 6am and the anchor man tells
Of a tale to forget by dawn...

Pele, the goddess of fire
The ocean has masked your flame...

After school hours, sleepily
Looking down from the window sill...

Never forget those you have killed
Never avert your eyes from death...

Heaven said to me it missed
Then asked from me a tender kiss...

Of all the kings
Bear him to mind...

It is the fate of the kind
If they wish it to be...

Drunk high on desire
Rich memories of you...