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When I was a child they made me read |
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word-daggers of quiver and squirm; |
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now in the stumbling dark I see |
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I am a worm, silently fruiting your garden, |
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my sister ,my child . |
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Night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul |
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I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning to lose control |
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and the vortex sucks me in. |
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Steeped in sin I die |
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but am reborn. |
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I want to see the cosmos slip, |
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planets and moons collide, |
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feel gravity lose its grip... |
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it's all inside |
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All the dead husks are shattered, |
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my life-blood, my world ripped apart |
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in the laughter of space |
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it's all chaff blown out and lost. |
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Now I am making the pace |
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although I don't know what tape I'll cross... |
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maybe catastrophe. |
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When I cross the line |
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I know that I will find myself |
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or maybe you. |
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I am a man from the country of destruction, |
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I am a man a woman and a god, |
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I am my own weapon of kamikaze |
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and will one day cut through the |
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hidden knot |
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Feed me honey and watch me rise |
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to the bait lying on the knife; |
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if you let me I can hypnotise your life. |
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It's all really so simple, |
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my lover, my twin. |
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Hand in hand, sprinting down the highway, |
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running over the edge, |
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on and on into our doomsday; |
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there is no saving ledge |
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nor outgrown shrub. |
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Is this the way? |
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Out in a blaze of glory? |
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Some day I'll find the answer |
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some day I'll |
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end the story. |
