Thursday, June 30, 2005

There's a hole in you
The pictures cannot fill
And the buzz in your head's
The end of the road.
Got a voice crying inside
An extra leg for the final scene
To wedge yourself in the trap.

Formula for a reckoning
And the skin-sweet symphony
Is a tasteless curtain call.

So far from the truth
You aren't sure what you believe
And cling to the glittered lie.

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