Waiting for that something
Its not coming
Not at all
Yonder in the distance
Wait and listen
To its call
Anxious nerve-wreck
Answers
Talks too fast and
Walks too tall
Fractions
Take no action
Be yourself
Two foot small
Ill take my heart with me
If no one minds
One day makes no difference
Take whats given
Dogs and bones
Keep on breathing, living
Overdriven
All alone
Disappointed people
Crippled, feeble
Cravings
Loves the least
Insomnambulic zombie
Feelings numbing
Numbers
And the beast
Ill shake you off me
And the ties that bind 'I don't stink 'cos I suck, I don't sink 'cos I'm stuck, in the quicksand of lies with a bigband of flies, waiting to taste my flesh, mating inside while I'm fresh, until all that's left are my rights, you'll be sorry you put out my light.' |
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