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All the min-u-ets you played danced in my head Cut-ting through all my brain's synapses Now I find myself staying up at night Fruit flies dip-and-diving on my Porch light All the con-cus-sions I suf-fered in the dark Helped in the day when I re-invented art Keep-ing up with all the verbal trends Words I say in private are all Open ends Open ends (There's nothing living, don't know Why, I don't know why, My brain is numbing and it's weird) All the mas-ter-pieces kept on hanging up When the doctors said they "had to pull the plug" Awake enough to hear those daylight words My night-light eyes ate the bugs like Little birds Just like little birds (No longer buzzing in my head) All the con-vo-lud-ed pains at Midnight! All the bugs in-side me ate My light! All the dead have died in Sick-ly fa-shion Dropping like flies with blinks of God's eye Never forgetting it all All the things you said were dead had really died All the things you said were dead had really died All the times I thought you had, you never lied
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Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
Bug Zapper Eyes.
All the min-u-ets you played danced in my head Cut-ting through all my brain's synapses Now I find myself staying up at night Fruit flies dip-and-diving on my Porch light All the con-cus-sions I suf-fered in the dark Helped in the day when I re-invented art Keep-ing up with all the verbal trends Words I say in private are all Open ends Open ends (There's nothing living, don't know Why, I don't know why, My brain is numbing and it's weird) All the mas-ter-pieces kept on hanging up When the doctors said they "had to pull the plug" Awake enough to hear those daylight words My night-light eyes ate the bugs like Little birds Just like little birds (No longer buzzing in my head) All the con-vo-lud-ed pains at Midnight! All the bugs in-side me ate My light! All the dead have died in Sick-ly fa-shion Dropping like flies with blinks of God's eye Never forgetting it all All the things you said were dead had really died All the things you said were dead had really died All the times I thought you had, you never lied
Cure my insanity.
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clayton-woolery
American
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
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