Most of all I want freedom from the constraints which don’t exist, from the binding of my own making. From the contradictions; for they are many and I fear the poison spreading. Hard edge, soft coat militant.
Take my coffee to go. Oh corporation fooled me; I bought a plain tee and painted my face on the surface. This makes me different baby, this makes me, me. This makes my shallow existence all the more real. This makes my apathetic resistance a constant spurt of therapy.
Expression through pleasantries. Malnourish your sense of feeling.
Your complication, so sexy darling, so messed up yeah. You’re as dead as the rest.
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To feel so dirty / To be so dumb again / Hurt by corporate bull shit / That I’m not interested in But your silver tongue / Is wagging and pointing / In my direction / A lesson hit me Squar…
Hey you with the fucked up arms / Use someone else next time / My razor, my razor / Get your own next time / Hey you with your bleeding charm / Talk someone else down next time Let’s take a momen…
Writing words geometrically crafted / I am home upon your level shoulders / In the vicinity of such slight presence Banished false idols and golden statues / No more flirtatious repertoire / A trie…
Most of all I want freedom from the constraints which don’t exist, from the binding of my own making. From the contradictions; for they are many and I fear the poison spreading. Hard edge, soft coa…
Oh the irony / Of a dead end / With you
They’ll take care of me you know Stop your crying little blue bird They’ll help me They’ll heal me Be oh so glad to See me live and well With colour in my cheeks But I’m n…