Training For Utopia

Walk On By, Walk On Me (The Pianist's Prophecy)

Training For Utopia


your tongue pierced my fragile heart 
careless words are daggers thrown 
unaware unapproachable unwilling silence 
from a sounding voice you 
entwine praise with curses your words burn 
like hell itself silence from a sounding voice 
all this by the tongue created your words become hell itself I lay bleeding in the flames the tongue creates it tongue...

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