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There's No Money In Being A Travel Agent

Slithering snakes from a false messiah's mouth

I call the desert my home until the scorpions fall from the sky

Maggots and flies

Maggots and flies

I search

Nurturing wounds

I search

The price to pay just keeps adding up til I’m broke

When gold runs out

We pay in blood, teeth, and virginity

Blood, teeth, and virginity

In broken English

I spoke

Soiled scriptures

**** the time I have left

The time I have left to **** the boredom

Hell yeah

Give the life I live to end the silence

Silence the life I give

Who's gonna save me when I’m an unknown

The stars quit shining on me

The stars quit shining for me

I am broken and left alone

Searching aimlessly

Searching soullessly

I beg for the hum of fluorescent lighting

Tears on the desert floor

Oasis

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TonguesOfOthers
American
Published
Apr 24, 2011
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