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An abstraction of the mind Which left a mind blind From all the beauty Of the outside world Was it the word or the world? Was it the mystery of the swirl? Was it the majestic benevolence Of that 2am girl? Maybe it was something, Maybe It was nothing But there was some beauty in the way that Her Nothingness Moved about in a room full of somebody's Some Bodies With faces that pinch their pennies When they catch the whiff Of a dismembered mutant Smeared in a politically corrected rightness Ye' faith has been tampered with There ain't much else to do But accept that faith you were born with And dance with the Devil's mischief Dance the two step with someone That shrinks when you move their way There ain't nothing much else to say When you know we all gonna' pay High wind take me on your scheme There ain't another stitch in this seam My wheels are weak creaking white powder And I'm hearing a late midnight sounder Eh' lady you know where you've been And I can bet you remember half the things you've seen Member that egg shell moon that broke white crash? There was something in that wave That makes me wanna' obey But forget about the things that I never said I knew And forget about the face that hangs forever blue A current ripples at the top of this afternoon sun Lets go out And be the bullet To this gun
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
Bullet/Gun
An abstraction of the mind Which left a mind blind From all the beauty Of the outside world Was it the word or the world? Was it the mystery of the swirl? Was it the majestic benevolence Of that 2am girl? Maybe it was something, Maybe It was nothing But there was some beauty in the way that Her Nothingness Moved about in a room full of somebody's Some Bodies With faces that pinch their pennies When they catch the whiff Of a dismembered mutant Smeared in a politically corrected rightness Ye' faith has been tampered with There ain't much else to do But accept that faith you were born with And dance with the Devil's mischief Dance the two step with someone That shrinks when you move their way There ain't nothing much else to say When you know we all gonna' pay High wind take me on your scheme There ain't another stitch in this seam My wheels are weak creaking white powder And I'm hearing a late midnight sounder Eh' lady you know where you've been And I can bet you remember half the things you've seen Member that egg shell moon that broke white crash? There was something in that wave That makes me wanna' obey But forget about the things that I never said I knew And forget about the face that hangs forever blue A current ripples at the top of this afternoon sun Lets go out And be the bullet To this gun
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
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