the poetry of dance
i am naught but a victimhood
drinking purple koolaid
more pills, more pills
red and blue and black and blue
you hurt me by the blue moon
high on a fever and fevered on a high
she came and fetched me last time i run
my body is living a lie alive
so i do as devils details dance
why has the spirit since fled
cut into the shape of religion
i have my friends to thank for that
all outta anti anti anti
i guess it'll be the same again no gain
no pain, no woman no cry
to sleep at night is to wake up in tears
in arms, brothers like dogs. the heart on the floor
and in the cage like a friend in need
i did what the doctor said yessir
i did what i had to do
my my my, oh my my my
way of the wild i bit the bullet
da da da tiss da da tiss
music in my head,
on deaf ears i cry
head in the clouds
and the pillow is poison
passenger assassination
that world of mine
is man made mindless
i endeavour on the way to nowhere
the nowhere girls and the neets
and the nest eggs and
billy was murdered at 19
kgb kfc a flying fuck
about a fire, about a cause
help me from the weird wonderful
sympathetic eyes, bye bye baby
all the hopes down the drown drain
see me once and the rain comes
climax back down goodnight fight
i rode in with emily dickenson
and came out with a straitjacket
i can't go to my place of work
with blood on the face and
hair in the shirt
fill my eyes with horror
and fill my hands with shakes
i wake up every day
in a body that feels
like a sickness itself
daddy, stress builds character
i took a bite outta god
refridgerator girls and boys
i'm going.
going where?
looking for help in the kettle called black
why oh why, serious is the cat's smile
cool as, i gotta where kiddy gloves
the tradtions of the cobra's movements
a snake is a bitch and i'm real gone
like a circus on the muddy old hill
overlooking the train tracks
littered with crosses and flowers
bottlefeed me something like love
how i got my name was a brawl
brew and bottles of beer and heron
like storks over the lettuce patch
lasooed and lost, loser loser
casettes and gym equipment
in the heart of a bull
the hand of god comes down
and starts petting you like a dog
mad as a hatter, a face like a rat
mad as a hatter, thin as a rag
a drill sounds like a heartbeat
Happiness and the fridge's moan
a rose is just a thorn with a pretty face
test his mettle gainst the sleep paralysis
starve yourself of sleep you slut
i gave what i got and got what i ate
mask replicas. brutal bloody murder in the suburbs
rub me up the wrong way and make me cry
i am like a windup doll and anger is an energy
moving to movieville vermont why do i feel like this
breakdown in the lost supermarket magic
9 eyes and the sorcery of the scumfuckery
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