You make it so much easier to pull the chord tighter (guess where it is).
You fashioned it. I placed it. We both needed it.
Of a yoke and a noose and the ties that burned you down
The hands that held, torn through and sliced to the bone...
(Please never let me become what I have hated,
Please never let me become what I wrote I would never be)
And now I am letting go.
Rip me open and nail me to this wall.
I am yours for the taking.
These arms are for you,
Do with them what you will.
I'll be the guinea pig this time

by.: Carlos | Ride The Wings of...