South of the river’s mouth
Migration slopes slowly towards mainland.
There,
Too harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat.
Standing
Stuck a pin in your backbone.
Spoke it down from there.
All
Frozen out of focus, the sunday crowd
Started dreaming of television
Woohoohoo
Woohoohoo
Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it
Here out past the tracks where the drunks collapse
Old suckers
Shuffling through all the nations airports
Invalids collide with terrorist scum.
Assassination shocks a nation.
When such a brutal crime is killing
Audiowhore, sucking on sound,
Sucking my voice, dragging me down.
Audiowhore, ta
___________
You choked on it.
You broke it,
Now fix it.
Drank straight,
The dra
Drew a line to keep your place,
Expecting too much from
She takes the bones of her hands, to tangle up
Dead red eyes flickering half bright went on for ride
A death in the park,
A death in the dark.
I'm calling
Revel in the plans you make
Linger in the lull
Think about
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