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Your episodic aphorisms plague me like the poor decision to play the disinterested listener. I’m like the old child that’s grown an earache--full of manipulated tones, tired pragmatics that practice spitting verbs at their perfect prisoner. And you navigate that skill with an aristocratic arm, yeah, you brew your toxic fantasy with predatory charm, you are an a-theatric amateur who drools over every word but can’t memorize one single part. And you’ll get what can’t be got, ain’t gonna never be received. If you turn your back, boy, then you’ll never leave.
You’re a product of my ministry, you are crushed on open arms, you will drown in open air prepared to heal your anemic heart. Old vulture, gnarled nemesis, old cavity re-tooled I want to drive a nail through your eyes so I can get a better view. A part of me longs to wash the past, yeah that part of me is weak, a part of me works to find the faults that part of me won’t seek. Carry me home, you improbable ghost, I would rot by your flesh, I will gnaw on your bones--are you calling out my name? Elutriate and evanesce. I would gorge myself on praise if you praise this.
How do you smile? You are a mystery to me. You taught me by moving slow, you do not so quickly proceed. Still you’re warm and gray, a quilted memory, you market yourself by the faded company you keep. And you were already here--a shadow on my tongue--yeah, you were already here and all alone like me. You are a blister from too much sweet, you’re an ulcer from too much wine. You are dead, I know that you’re dead, were you ever really alive?
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Gonna make amends.
Gonna breathe it up.
When it's not enough, hope God assumes that I'm playing my part.
I hope you dream of love and when you kiss His lips, you'll be a lot like
me, a lot like me a lot like me. But forget.
That promises are promises broke. Sing those words. See, it's easier to
move, where the lesson's never learned.
I hope you dream of love and when you wake, you'll be a lot like me, a lot
like me, a lot like me. But don't wait.
Unless I'm wrong, unless I'm wrong somehow. Father ain't much, mother
ain't love and God gives a damn about us all. I make my misery shine so
bright I leave it tattooed on my skin and unless I die, I'm never alone.
Never again.
No, you ain't a lot like me.
I'm never alone never ever again.
If the sun is too far, or the moon too great. Like the bloom behind my
words: shadowed bones and old mistakes. I hope you dream of love and
while you sleep, be a lot like me a lot like be a lot like me some shiny
day.
Oooh yeah.Sinful man, sinful man, behold: my brethren.
Breathless sit still, sit still, sit still, still still, are you proud of me now?
I am amazed, amazed you dream of love, a lot like me a lot like me. but you never wanna give it up.
Don't give up.
Unless I'm wrong. Unless I'm wrong somehow. Glad it ain't much,
murdering love, 'cause I give a damn about you all. I make my misery
shine so bright, I leave it tattooed on my skin. Unless I die, I'm never
alone, never again never again. No no you ain't a lot like me.
I'm never alone never ever again. I ain't ever alone never ever again
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