The wreckage of the past
Strewn about like shards of glass
Walking barefoot within my caste
My entrails are my bondage
Drinking black coffee in a diner on the edge of town
Sitting with my demons, silent treatment, not a sound
At night I’ll come out like a full moon
Watch the planet die and go back to my room
Sing in the forest at night
The tempo set by your racing pulse
The canopies block out the sunlight
The water reflects back a sunken-eyed stranger
A model student of underwater breathing
Swimming in a rancid petrie dish
Meatflower blooming in a poppy field
A vital link in a community of ghosts
Sex sells violence
Violence rules the world
But the world is ungovernable
Sex sells violence
Violence rules the world
But the world is ungovernable
How does it smell to you?
It smells like death to me
How does it smell to you?
It smells like shit to me
Sing in the forest at night
The tempo set by your racing pulse
The canopies block out the sunlight
The water reflects back a sunken-eyed stranger
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