Tahlia

Nothing else to note, a knife in constant train, dreams forever float, they'll depart by noon, bloodied on the waves, despite all their views, won't be ruled by scrotes, never hesitate, feel love in our bones, rage against their hooks, who needs brains, to turn a ship of fools, laugh at our stretched tones, hold their broken gaze, we're not rolling stones, no need to swoon, only Brigands seek escape, we don’t need the moon, capture those of little note, hang them on the gate, make them dance then go, leave us to be great.