We shall comewith all our wealthand our vulgarityinto yout landcarving
Wake up with the fear of GodInside me each morningAs
At the all night partyStanding in the cornerI am watching
--------------------------------She clutches onto his protruding hipsfor dear li
------------------The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon
This house is full of lonelinessOf sad weary silenceI switch
HereUpon these ghostly shadowsOf men and womenThere are no smilesSinglyThey
There is a stilllikesteellikethreadthat runs throughoutfrom toe to shoulderhead
PausesAre broken by statements not tendernessI always wanted much more
It's in your lookthere's no doubtI know exactly what it's
Autumn leaves that collect weight in the ashes of SummerAre
Now that all is stilled and silencedthat the rushing roaring
My words are all stripped bareTonight I want something elseSomething
Every day is heavenMoves further and further awayFamiliar blue eyes
Walking into lightFrom the blank evening skyKnackles rub away the
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