APOCALYPTICAL TATTOOING BY PAUL CLAVÉ

Hang on to Each Other by Silver Mt. Zion

We all got born so afraid

And still search for words

To describe that pain

And cling to each other

Like pigeons in the rain

And nuzzle over feathered breast

With beaks all worn and cracked and stained

Hang on to each other

So this one’s for the lost ones

And the dead ones

And the ones who fell away

All our busted brothers

And tumbled lovers

Spitting at the rain

We all got born so afraid

And still search for words

To describe that pain

Hang on to each other

Any fucking thing you love

Birds toss precious flowers

From the murky skies above


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