Reap - Wallace Vanborn

I’ve got a dinosaur in my shadow

Reason for hungry canine devotion

Buying my time with the eye of weaklings on willow’s hour

Start with the king that you cannot love

A grip with his hands on the mouth of the talk

We could be having what was just not meant to have

(Oh)

One more for planet terror

(Oh, oh)

One more for planet terror

Shining distraction an ocean of love

Place down the fog on the top of the sun

Come down and file your fears under mine

Oh, the hatred amidst those town’s wolves

Shook up on hunger in spring and wintertime

Caught up in your melody

(Oh)

One more for planet terror

(Oh, oh)

One more for planet terror

Break on though that disconnect

I’ve held my hands for what it’s worth

I’ve seen that case up its arms

I’ve known that hell and kissed that

And I’ve seen that noise

I’ve seen that voice

Wait a few, wait a night

I’ve got that tongue and I’ll let it slide