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Slow moving manics Dance more frantic When they know They don't got a nickel to spare Aware of the hair Missing but still fair Where women make love God watching from above So late now Yes so late it is now Love gone and away I couldn't stay You talk to me And you write to me As if you truly knew Every ****** thing That is the thing That I just can't seem to understand That is the **** That made me give the final nod Who are these people Among the desert steeple? Do they pray for themselves Or is there truly someone else? Money made me do somethings While passion some others Irresponsibility is guilt Cast down from the man wearing the stilts Believe in the sleeve Of the beggar shaking next to you For he can see What we'll all soon be These promises of luck Or handed out From the ten eyed ghosts That have never felt the **** The vacuum of morticians Piling body after body All covered in mud Obsessed with this drive called love House with a machine That translates that into this Get out of my house machine I need life to believe
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May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
The Vacuum
Slow moving manics Dance more frantic When they know They don't got a nickel to spare Aware of the hair Missing but still fair Where women make love God watching from above So late now Yes so late it is now Love gone and away I couldn't stay You talk to me And you write to me As if you truly knew Every ****** thing That is the thing That I just can't seem to understand That is the **** That made me give the final nod Who are these people Among the desert steeple? Do they pray for themselves Or is there truly someone else? Money made me do somethings While passion some others Irresponsibility is guilt Cast down from the man wearing the stilts Believe in the sleeve Of the beggar shaking next to you For he can see What we'll all soon be These promises of luck Or handed out From the ten eyed ghosts That have never felt the **** The vacuum of morticians Piling body after body All covered in mud Obsessed with this drive called love House with a machine That translates that into this Get out of my house machine I need life to believe
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May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
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