tangible
in the air it still
laughs at the fables
covering our tables
I'm no Cain
and definitely no Abel
Cain must have been unavailable
for help when he ended the first of many
great shames with a great deed of fate
tethered to it like a sight of the Vidya
that designates what we are able
that hate comes with these fables
did ya feel his pain for the fame
do you taste that, it tastes like shame
all right let's move on to another day
give to us blessing it with a curse
first, we need to see his mist
covering your hand in bliss
twists around your fin
swimming with the friends again
but drifting into place once again
I say we must pay for her pain
less of what I say more of what I chase
more of a dance with faith
that will open my days to more than what pays
try to catch my tale
flying by the seat of your pants
hope you hold on to my hand
it's going to be a real trance
stuck behind the damn
holding back my hand so not to damn
hope we don't go through this again
think back to when we send
letters to Santa
hoping for something better than it
but saint anna says we are all damned
I think we can agree on that
but let us not forget the plan
it was taken from the fan
who thought he was the man
he's only a man with no grand hand
folding for a better trash can
don't let it get to your tan
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