In 1985
I placed a bet and lied
Losing all that i
Libraries gave us power
then work came and made us
And all the masks I carry on my face
For you
Praying that you'll fall soon
And your futile sex will break
Haven't shaved for days
Keeps the appearance of delay
The luxury of
The beauty and the darkness of your eyes
Feel the beauty
I wonder who you think you are
You damn well think
Askew Road, with charm of napalm
A second home, with love
A deeply obsessive
Suburban militias
Tender and blissful
Classified forever
A
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with
I am not dead
I demand
I know my rights,
I know my
Been natural
For once in my life
Now I'll have to swallow
There's a little part of me
There's a little part of
I'm...I'm feeling too awake
I'm...I'm tired of what I see
Everybody's dreaming
Get some pain and I feel alive - born to
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