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Scythe Swipe's The Last Four Lines

Updated on March 17, 2014



The guitars start... And the cowbell's right on time,

Saturday night live...

No it's Monday... God, I can't seem to get it right,

...Grodzilla slowly comes into sight... Leaving everyone running, out for their lives,

he's coming in from the sea... Run fast the water's already knee high,

soon house's begin to float by, flowing free, rising slowly against the incoming tide,

why...

Cause it's all a movie... Let's give this one a try...

Burnin' for you... Flames lick & smoke flies,

finger's reflect, light mirroring from silvery eye's,

magik... Smoke n' mirror's... Dang guy...

We're playing with fire live,

feeling dead performing at another dive bar... Ripe,

alright enough messing around... I'm trying to keep this one tight,

right...

No make a right...

Now your other left... Stop!!! Damn, right on a dime,

wait... What were we trying to find...

I can't remember now... But something seem's to remind,

a spot that I need to rewind,

to re-view x2, remember the slime,

that was good time's...

searching our mind's with a kind thought that we're all attached to the same vine,

people are plant's too & everyone shine's,

I can see your light, I'm about to go blind,

well... It's not really an ending... But at-least I tried




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