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The direction of the eye. So misleading. The defection of the soul. Nauseously quick. I don't question. Our existence. I just question. Our modern needs I will walk, with my hands bound. I wil
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Spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus. Stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their sponges. It's my blood, it's my blood Paint Ed big, turn E
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Once divided. nothing left to subtract. Some words when spoken. can't be taken back. Walks on his own. with thoughts he can't help thinking. Future's above. but in the past he's slow and sinking.
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I took a drive today. Time to emancipate. I guess it was the beatings, made me wise. But I'm not about to give thanks or apologize I couldn't breathe, holdin' me down. Hand on my face, pushed to t
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I will light the match this mornin' so I won't be alone. Watch as she lies silent for soon light will be gone. Oh I will stand arms outstretched pretend I'm free to roam. Oh I will make my way thro
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She nursed him there, ooh, over a night. Wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay. What to say, what to say. But soon she was down, soon he was low At a quarter past a holy no. She had to turn around
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He's got a big gold ring which says Jesus Saves. and it's dented from the punch thrown at work that day. when he smashed the metal locker where he kept his things. after the big boss say "You best
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Consider me an object. Put me in a vacuum. Free of all conditions. Free of air and friction Yea, I'll be hanging upside down. And there I will swing. For all eternity Fell it rising, yea next sto
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Keep on locking your doors. Keep on building your floors. Keep on just as before. Pay disasters no mind. Didn't get you this time. No prints left at the crime Our ship's come in and it's sinking
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At home. Drawing pictures. Of mountain tops. With him on top. Lemon yellow sun. Arms raised in a V Dead lay in pools of maroon below. Daddy didn't give attention. Oh, to the fact that mommy did
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Vacate is the word, vengeance has no place so near to her. Cannot find the comfort in this world. Artificial tear, vessel stabbed next up volunteers. Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere A truant finds
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Talk of circles and punching out. Looking in drawing circles down. Falling up the south marking ground. Talking out of turn drawing circles down Like Pilate I have a dog {3X}. {Obeys listens kisse
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Alone listless breakfast table in an otherwise empty room. Young girl, violence center of her own attention. The mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it. Tries to make her proud. The sha
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On the edge. A windowsill. Ponders his maker. Ponders his will. To the street below. He just ain't nothin'. But he's got a great view And he sinks the needle deep. Can't touch the bottom. In t
