Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Lyric of the Week (8/12-8/18), Heavy Mental

As we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population seeking purification,
the destination is the holy land, of Bethlehem. I eat lamb with Abraham and
break bread with the son of man so slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from
the skies like a rubber band. As I begin to step you above the land out of
the atmosphere, don't look back why, cause we're almost there. Just try to
prepare and adapt to the air pressure.

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