Blockades won't win you more votes
A Cuban adjustment act
Offer the
Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs
Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes
Dead martyrs
We use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision
Indecision,
Show me a wonder, you can't be sure of
I exist
Liberty, sweet liberty
Charitable respectability
Then pacifism killed us all
For
The nothing in me
The apostle in me
No interpretation
For the heart
Into a vein exhibit the derelict
A secular mosaic distracted at
Where are you now?
Broken up or still around?
The CIA says
Miss Europa disco dancer
Feel the drug of your persona
Miss Europa
I'm small and I'm tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired
I'm
Me-totemo-utsukushi-i-desu-ne
Totemo-utsukushi-i-me-wo-shitemasu
It's easy to s
You've been this way since school
Dysfunctional, translucent
Royalty on your wal
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head
A collage constructed
Detoxification, purification
The ravaged corner
Cold and
Run away, run away
As
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now,