someone found a piece of me
and it wasn't till recently
problems aside
that i found out where they hide
now you're deaf
to the cries of your maker
go down into slumber
and industry
no time to be
thrown out as you leave
crowned with a sigh
by the well when times were bad
tell me all your tales
rome it tastes of wine
the water fills your laughter
until you miss your part
in a broken century
over and out until you're free
if it doesn't end in laughter
it will be a tragedy
but the razorblade was all
and rome it kissed you
in the shadow of your maker
no time to be
thrown out as you leave
crowned with a sigh
by the well when times were bad
tell me all your tales
rome it tastes of wine
the water fills your laughter
until you miss your part
in a broken century
and you'd learned it by heart
what are you s'posed to see
in the fountain of art
is it better not to start?
