Dead Mexico (AoH)

Moulded by the sun,
With loaded guns,
Thrown into a pit with no-where to run.

A horde of vultures,
All picking at one corpse;
With only it's head left.

Gargoyles; we're here to stay.
Miracle and curse - we have both to our names.

The occasional war,
Lured by our thoughts,
A liquid ghost that squeezes my heart,
Take off our hats.

I look into myself;
Only to see no parts.
But I was born this way;
I'm gonna be okay.

(~these were made last year for one of my band's songs. Check us at: http://www.facebook.com/armageddinouttahere )