Broken Down

Pasta machine broke downby the weed in the fieldI get so nicewhen I see angels faceI will sip the wineof the tears you cryfeel for mesympathythe kind that we all needCrimson handed fiendof hate strokes the soul of allsaints cannot fleethe strength of the callwe just carry onas if we know all that is wrongFeel for mesympathythe kind that we all needPlacid perspective straightlosing hope postponing fatesynchronise incarcerate