Trivial Pursuit Über AllesA Poem by Karina LongoLyrics
Kill the perspective of a shiny shadow
clouds shine the beauty no one longs to see Oh, little explosives of fame and smoke, a champagne bottle always hurts the litter. Hunger’s there, as silent as morgues Glittery corpses found in a bathtub Chains to my fingertips, words are always so trivial Chain to my fingertips, empty oceans and dead fishes Broken hands can never write a name Broken minds always think the same We always dine as guilty men In your hands winter dies, slowly I survive writing down all my nightmares Colours are not enough to draw these feelings. Chains to my fingertips, words are always so trivial, chain to my fingertips, keeping me sterile. Broken hands can never write a name. Broken minds will always think the same, the same old same, the same © 2011 Karina LongoAuthor's Note
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Added on August 3, 2011Last Updated on August 4, 2011 AuthorKarina LongoFurther Away, SomewhereAboutMore about me: Music I like: Manic Street Preachers. Depeche Mode. Chris Cornell. Soundgarden. Smashing Pumpkins. Suede. Pulp. Oasis. The Clash. Tears for Fears. Stereophonics. John Lennon. Da.. more..Writing
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