Remember, remember, the Fifth of November
oh, i remember alright. that's all there is left, memory. over and over again, looping endlessly.
(Oh, and LoveAndDeathAndSexAndDespairAndOh, and...)
The gunpowder, treason and plot,
a naked man hanging from a gallows - a burst of fire and shrapnel - and time and time time and time and time and, oh...
I know of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
treason - betrayal; patriots and murderers and blood.
it wasn't gunpowder in the end. and it wasn't him. and it was him. and everything broke apart and bent and fell into flowers of blood and ash and flame.and, oh...
Should ever be forgot.
it was november fifth and everything changed and nothing changed and no one knew what everyone knew and in the end he was gone and i will never ever forget treason and hanging and flowers blown apart like gunpowder.
(No, this one doesn't make much sense.)