i love myself as i love the filth
bread on the hearth and lovers wealth
chairs stacked up to meet the sky
ripples in the pond on high
cyclones in the killing fields
dreams of dreams seem all to real
standing on my smacked head strong
bent upon a life of wrong
minds of cork stand in line
as candles singe the hands of time
duct tape strap to mend her bones
as i laugh to see her clones
brides in gowns of purity white
though they should be black as night
taunted by a clown red eye
left to soak my hands in lye
scratches on this sheet of glass
one more guy fucked in the ass
stapled to the billboard high
crushed velvet burns and no one tries
chainsawed hopes and corduroy dreams
vinyl stitched across the seams
the sky bleeds forth its solemn rain
humanity has left its stain
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