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Still Water (Unbind These Hands)

from BadFurDay by cunabear

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Unbind these hands
Let loose my shackles
We are children of the Apple

Hands high for peace
No harm no foul
No soldiers for war
No holy ground worth the battle

Scream
"Keep your distance please"

The rotten core of all that breeds
Self-guided missiles of memory loss and self-animosity

Take a breather
We've silenced the speakers
We've entered the ether
We still cannot reach her

That golden goose you lack flies on feathers dipped in black pride and births crumpled origami animals that back and forth your life sized soul model until it tumbles with a clatter leaving your inner secrets splattered on the carpet in a periwinkle argyle pattern

The aura of mistakes made is purple with a sunburst effect
A sign of life within death holding tightly on that delay switch

Cup water for the thirsty with these hands
You could build a home for a heart with these hands
Teach equality and shine the guiding light
These hands are ghosts that lift barking dogs off their claws in the starless sky

Unbind these hands
Let loose my shackles
We are children of the Apple

Hands high for peace
No harm no foul
No soldiers for war
No holy ground worth the battle

Whisper all your secrets please
Within the walls of the cathedral where the gargoyles sleep, beware for inner peace is a delicacy in the eyes of the Lich King

He dines in a hall full of leeches
Tentacles reaching from the creases in the ceiling
They bob and move when I ask the crowd whether or not they're feelin me
Homies in the crowd hold hands high like rockets in the atmosphere
When the frilly border fades remember the bear cub standing in the frame

Unbind these hands
Let loose my shackles
We are children of the Apple

Hands high for peace
No harm no foul
No soldiers for war
No holy ground worth the battle

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from BadFurDay, released November 7, 2016
Produced by Costa of MMA.

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