| Ignorance is bliss, no wise woman’s failed to mention
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| And surely some koan suggests, «Neglect leads to perfection»
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| But the more I turn my face from the crowd
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| The more I feel my back’s increasingly compelled
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| For the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself
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| A knife of relief, from all the petty insight
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| And finally I’ll sleep
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| And I’ll sleep through the night
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| Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover
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| Study of a face in a figure
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| Surveying this language as a game
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| Surveillance of this language as the plague
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| As the plague
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| The dimension of persistence condemns
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| As the plague, the plague
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| The dimension of persistence condemns
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| As the plague, the plague
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| The dimension of persistence condemns
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| This portrait of karma, crafted in accident
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| Text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts
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| And so we ran
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| Like the wolves were biting
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| The inhibitions of their prey
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| Kept them from screaming
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| Scratch my back and I will stab you in yours
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| So I chose to live this life alone
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| Without the teeth marks, but I predict
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| I’ll have to sink my fangs in someone else’s heart to heal my own
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| Just a victim’s split
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| One part for the wolves, one part for you
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| But I’ll grow weary soon
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| Weary of this fractal code
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| Weary of this hallway lined with ghosts
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| Just a scratch upon the skin
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| A drop of blood to let them in
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| Their words will cause the sweetest fracture
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| From a stone’s throw
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| Just a scratch upon the skin
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| A drop of blood to welcome them
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| Parasitic, viral critics
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| Or lovers
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| Like spirits mingling in the mist that we crafted
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| A starving jury
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| Let them eat shit from our trembling hands
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| The heat for heat’s sake
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| On this Barnard block of Congress
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| Deductively speaking
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| The polar of progress
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| Well, maybe I put too much faith in the accident
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| Entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
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| Let the starving ghosts feast
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| From this flesh, from these bones
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| Let them all feast
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| In this chess game of language
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| Forced to sit so I play all alone
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| Watch the bathos drift forth like the petals
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| From a wild crafted rose |