Stale bread
Yale bread
pouring its mould into my head
penicillin in my eyes
I am cured
the whole world dies.
Yesterday sits heavy on my mind
the chiming of the shocking blondes wrap
tightly,
bonds which make the chains and lies
I am cured
the whole world dies.
This universal remedy
this magic
of calamity
the panacea of which I did not see
cures me as
the whole world dies.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Stale bread
Yale bread
pouring its mould into my head
penicillin in my eyes
I am cured
the whole world dies.
Yesterday sits heavy on my mind
the chiming of the shocking blondes wrap
tightly,
bonds which make the chains and lies
I am cured
the whole world dies.
This universal remedy
this magic
of calamity
the panacea of which I did not see
cures me as
the whole world dies.
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