Your heavy hanging neck needs a rest
Devoid of dialog's end
An acrid peak
I think planets live in your cheekbones
Cutting empty space
And standing on the swivel chair of life
A winter is hurling them
Along with pieces of your skull
Devoid of dialog's end
From an acrid peak
Finally, as I step out
Into the bitter cold of it
I am reminded of the first time
The last times
The end times
The lost time
The promise of all
In good time
And the faults along the way
Nolan Kiser - Untitled Poem 2 Lyrics
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Your heavy hanging neck needs a rest
Devoid of dialog's end
An acrid peak
I think planets live in your cheekbones
Cutting empty space
And standing on the swivel chair of life
A winter is hurling them
Along with pieces of your skull
Devoid of dialog's end
From an acrid peak
Finally, as I step out
Into the bitter cold of it
I am reminded of the first time
The last times
The end times
The lost time
The promise of all
In good time
And the faults along the way
Devoid of dialog's end
An acrid peak
I think planets live in your cheekbones
Cutting empty space
And standing on the swivel chair of life
A winter is hurling them
Along with pieces of your skull
Devoid of dialog's end
From an acrid peak
Finally, as I step out
Into the bitter cold of it
I am reminded of the first time
The last times
The end times
The lost time
The promise of all
In good time
And the faults along the way
Writer: Nolan Kiser
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid