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Dec 2013
Remember summer in blue,
Dressed to the leg in wonder too,
Wearing Love as a charm
In worn-out body from Hollywood
Smeared blood on eyelid, broken morning
Room-service waits for door to unlock
Get up from bed and answer the door
They’re waiting and will wait no more
Hurry hurry hurry to the door
Jump over the heartaches on the floor
Juggle the pins and needles with ease
Open the door and see the hall empty
They waited and could simply wait no more
They’ll be back, surely one knows
They need their money, like Amerikan vampires
Empire minds, building nonsense and putrid wasted art
Selling ideals to the college-bound toddlers
Delivering the news of Santa being Satan in a mask
And handing over the papers for a non-physical death
Certified by the highest suits in the highest cubicles,
Signed by God himself, and nailed to the cross
Worshiped by the lonely and shunned by the worried
The plastic coins in the fountain one day will explode
I know this from sheer experience only
Trust my word for I never ever lie
Only to myself, and even then that’s still the truth.
Written by
Kristofer Von Coons  Here, Until I'm Gone.
(Here, Until I'm Gone.)   
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