It's History

Reach point pointless
The cliff stripped bare
False fall is coming on
Taste to open doors in space
Let it go, your disgrace
Happy lifeless flowers touch
No water left to nourish it
Dried elastic plastic fuel
To know what i've done to you
Deceit lied waste inches, time
To think or feeling gray

"I looked up to you,
You looked down on me - that's nothing new
It's history..."

The flood, the blood to drown within
Forget it all again
The whistle snakes like crafty fingers
Letters reaching left unread
Rippled life affect detected
Whispers thinning out the pack

The puppet dances, whispering
Calling boxed in need of distance
Peoples, places closing in
The magnet magnet