I'd swim out to you in the ocean
Swim out to where you were floating
In the dark
And if I was blessed
I'd walk on the water you're breathing
Lend you some air for that heaving
Sunken chest
'Cause they chose you
For the model
Of their empty little dreams
With your new head
And your legs spread
Like a filthy magazine
And they hunt you
And they gut you
And you give in...
And if I was brave
I'd climb up to you on the mountain
They led you to drink from their fountain
Spouting lies
And I'd slay
The horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission
To your eyes
And I'd stand there
Like a soldier
With my foot upon his chest
With my grin spread
And my arms out
In my bloodstained Sunday's best
And you'd hold me
I'd remind you
Who you are under their shell
I'd walk through hell for you
Let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue
My soul is useless without you
And if they sent a whirlwind
I'd hold it
Like a harmless little tree
Or an earthquake
I'd calm it
And I'd bring you back to me
And I'd hold you in my weak arms
Like a first born
I'd walk through hell for you
Let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue
My soul is useless without you
Through hell for you...
Through hell for you...
Now I walked through hell for you
What's an adventurer to do
But rest these feet at home with you












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The greatest of these is love. (1Cor13:13)
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All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.
H.P. Lovecraft
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