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.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
On being inside time
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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