DRIVE NAILS IN THE WALLS THAT HOLD YOU
ART IN ARTIFICIAL
GOODBYE OLD FRIENDS
YOU NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD TO ME
ALL THE
ONE THOUSAND EMPTY BOTTLES, TEN THOUSAND WASTED THOUGHTS.
A THOUSAND KNIVES,
AUTUMN BEGINS TO FADE.
I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL.
SANITY’S GONE
I’VE GOT THE NEWS THAT WILL SAVE THE WORLD.
BASEBALL BATS
PETRIFIED BY DISEASE, YOU SIT INSIDE A BUBBLE.
LIVE YOUR LIFE
TORN…
BORN,
LIMB FROM LIMB.
TORN APART.
SCORN THE BODY WITHIN.
SHOULD WE MOU
LET ME PAINT THE SCENE, EARLY MORNING SWEEPS
RYDER TRUCKS, D.E.A.,
I’M STARING RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS OF A WINDOW WITH
LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW
NOT SURPRISED AT WHAT I SEE
REMINDED OF
ALCOHOL, LSD, GUNS & METHAMPHETAMINE.
VALIUM, ECSTASY, HEROIN AND GASOLINE.
SEX,
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