How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my
chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord is this a test
Was it fun
creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
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Who
Are you
Who can say
It's ok to live through me?
Live to
be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah
Was it something
that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
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While your blood I'm taking
You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty
dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you
feed
You feed
The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To
where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
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Of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality
Buying
pennies with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking
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Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
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They are abhored
In self-worth
All that matters much to me
