Tuesday, January 6, 2009

No more, Clashes

Hold, my heart, behoves thee not to shout in a crowded meet,
Decorum is the first demand of the love's creed.
-Iqbal
"Beautiful"
She wears a coat of color Loved by some, feared by others She's immortalized in young men's eyes
Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothersViolent sons make bitter mothers So close your eyes, here's your surprise
The Beautiful is empty Beautiful is free Beautiful loves no one Beautiful stripped me Stripped meStripped meShe Stripped me
In your mind she's your companionVile instincts often candidYour regret is all that's left
The Beautiful is empty Beautiful is free Beautiful loves no one Beautiful stripped me Stripped meStripped meShe Stripped me
[Guitar Break]
She told me where I'm going And it's far away from homeI think I'll go there on my own I think I'll go there on my own She told me where I'm going And it's far away from homeI think I'll go there on my own I think I'll go there on my own
The Beautiful is empty Beautiful is free Beautiful loves no one Beautiful stripped me Stripped meStripped meShe Stripped meShe Stripped meStripped me
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