Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters lyrics


On Broken Wings


the sound of a
primate. the offensive
of attempting
to create illusions
with goals of
appearing larger to
an enemy. but can
you dance like ingrid cold?
my arm hair stands
on end. i've got
some questions,
and i want them answered.
am i nothing more than an upright ape?
built in defenses,
heartbeat increases
an ape with shame,
and an ego to match

Albums

On Broken Wings - Some of Us May Never See the World
On Broken Wings -  Some of Us May Never See the World

On Broken Wings - It's All a Long Goodbye
On Broken Wings -  It's All a Long Goodbye

On Broken Wings - Going Down
On Broken Wings -  Going Down

On Broken Wings - Going Down
On Broken Wings -  Going Down