My Polly

* MY POLLY *

Now they need a way out,
They've hit the ground too much this time,
They cant afford to back down,
The price of fear is much too high,

The textured rain,
Fills his shoes,
His mind insane,
How could he lose,
What is this,
A flame of hope,
Shit stirred up,
His will is broke,
To face his fight,
The only way,
To make him see,
The light of day,
His blackened eyes,
His concionsce grey,
No more chance,
Temptress astray.

Nows he back on the case, his words are hitting too many walls,
They're being left unanswered, But hes gotta get em through.

He has a kid,
What does he do?
That fucking whore,
And aids to prove,
That he needs help,
He needs it fast,
The truth to find,
The club'll last,
Wheres his sword,
The way he pleads,
His head all scarred,
Too much to bleed,
What does this mean,
His matrixed mind,
That dying wound,
His friends to find.

But now he wants,
Now he wants the answers,
There just too explicit for him, They wont make any sense, only the
will of instict.

His feet shown air,
His Head to ground,
Cruel minds alike,
Her face unbound,
The golden hole,
Such tyranny,
But not this way,
It plays to see,
The other side,
That hidden place,
That mystery,
Her satan grace,
Too many dead,
Fooled by lust,
It proves to taste,
What you must.