When Fat Pigs Fly

Breaking it down like a bold lie. bury it down like it's bad wine. a sense of relief oh sweet victory!

But there's no escape from biblatic prophecy.

This is not the course of old. this is not over.

Laying it down on luther king street. a sense of despair you may never meet.

Secrets swept up by the sleigh. burn the wrinkled hand and just watch it fall away. this is not the course of old.