exact syllable matches

made

by his own men

drawn

by his own strength

equipment accumulated

by its forebears

to confess

Christ before men

are you

dyeing your hair

I

fight it for them

share,Had me

fighting for air

hard we're

it is
when you're
you stop

fighting for them

a

guy with no HEAD

you

guys with no help

you

hide it so well

now

I bring your death

if

I did know them

now

I fear for them

make demands,

I ignore them

like

I killed your friend

 

I miss your smell

 

I restored them

 

I still don't care

 

I will show them

 

I wish for them

was

I'd kill for them

 

I'm in your debt

never--

I'm still your friend

 

I've killed your friends

THE

KIND IN YOUR HEAD

a

knife in your leg

there is

life before death

Townley, High

Life below Stairs

I

like fish or flesh

don't

like it, oh well

upstairs grooming

my hero hair

to retrace

my hero's steps

face every

tablet every

night before bed

last

night, in your tent

and

ride with your friends

to you

up Chucky

right before bed

 

Time distort ten

for my

wife before bed

with 1 extra syllable

has

arrived, spring or death

Not

behind in your rent

the

daylight in your hair

You

decided for them

to

design his own shells

in

design, build, or test

moved

outside his own head

governing and

providing for them

going to

resign in protest

You

rewrite with your head

with 2 extra syllables

I'll

rectify this no sweat

you

satisfied with your care

to

satisfy its own ends

and

socialize with your friends

with 3 extra syllables

it's pointless

apologising for them