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Each button Of the elevator Is lamented with the misers Of religions rejects To see the Face of a man Forgotten in time is To look in the mirror Every waking morning alive And well until you are no longer The centipede creeps Like rain wet fingers in the In the depths of a mournful jungle, Swearing that the good times are ahead Of them if they can just survive this summertime Entranced, we mention Gods but in our Dreams only can Imagine ourselves Freud said Something like that But he's dead Long gone Living in books To be: Misinterpreted Misspelled Misused & Manufactured For future generations Of blood thirsty swine Wiping their ***** with Hundred dollar bills and Ingesting 50 cent pieces Just for the hell of it When the night finally falls And love subliminally dies The circus will stay open & The ferris wheel will continue To spin and spin and spin I like the Way you Brush your Hair after the Nightingale sings I like the Way you Say you Never hated Until You Met me I like the Way you Make up things That are Seemingly true But when the Do needs to be done The only way You act Is Blue And the separation Of ourselves Is left To the open road The naked toad The unmentionable node God's broken big toe "The Devil made me stub it," The friar said to brother John, "We got To get out of here, we don't Have very long." Press my linens with The soft ****** hands of angels Let me pray for my own sins My own low down ***** miseries As we walk to the top of the hill We think we are entering the right realm There are secrets in the stones In the rivers Within the leaves and the branches Of every living tree Listen Hear And learn To believe
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
Practicing the Low Down ***** Way
Each button Of the elevator Is lamented with the misers Of religions rejects To see the Face of a man Forgotten in time is To look in the mirror Every waking morning alive And well until you are no longer The centipede creeps Like rain wet fingers in the In the depths of a mournful jungle, Swearing that the good times are ahead Of them if they can just survive this summertime Entranced, we mention Gods but in our Dreams only can Imagine ourselves Freud said Something like that But he's dead Long gone Living in books To be: Misinterpreted Misspelled Misused & Manufactured For future generations Of blood thirsty swine Wiping their ***** with Hundred dollar bills and Ingesting 50 cent pieces Just for the hell of it When the night finally falls And love subliminally dies The circus will stay open & The ferris wheel will continue To spin and spin and spin I like the Way you Brush your Hair after the Nightingale sings I like the Way you Say you Never hated Until You Met me I like the Way you Make up things That are Seemingly true But when the Do needs to be done The only way You act Is Blue And the separation Of ourselves Is left To the open road The naked toad The unmentionable node God's broken big toe "The Devil made me stub it," The friar said to brother John, "We got To get out of here, we don't Have very long." Press my linens with The soft ****** hands of angels Let me pray for my own sins My own low down ***** miseries As we walk to the top of the hill We think we are entering the right realm There are secrets in the stones In the rivers Within the leaves and the branches Of every living tree Listen Hear And learn To believe
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
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