A minute, a second
A half-life, a minus
A segment, a blinder
Elective
He invites the storm
He lives by instinct
With fears that are
Taking division down to where I shouldn't be
Turn pockets run
Listen -
There is no use in trying to explain
Listen -
Is
Hey angel, consider your position
Afraid to be consumed
Savory
Savory, your symp
Entropy's in, embroidered on skin
corrupt, latch-hook thin for show
You're in
Stretched on this city's grid
Sometimes I feel so well hid
Pinned
Said you were
10 feet tall, yeah and bulletproof
10 feet tall,
Take me down to the desert sea
I don't want to
Tracing oil trails and streaks of black,
serpentine, to certainties that
I don't want to talk
I roll my red eyes back
Closed
She walks forward over, over and backward
Forward over and over
Blue-eyed bloody lullaby
Less a lesson than an alibi
Shot from only
Old Mule by Arthur Smith (Spoken)
Old mule, you're the son
triggers fast, distracting rhythm playschecks and balances, the easy lifefinish
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