| Shot through the head
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| I’m coming up on an overpass
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| Rifle Eyesight was lying low in the high grass
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| The empty skull lolls
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| Milky cataracts peel
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| Limpid limitless swimming outside the cranium
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| Betrayers of children exposed by distortions
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| His property swelling Lenses Alien
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| Shot through the neck
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| I bled correct
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| Something called me back
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| A bleacher fixture kidless grinning aorta plaque
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| Guts for abduction
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| Well my friend that’s another thing
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| We parted curtains to watch comings and goings
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| The sun distends through Lenses Alien
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| On Lake Sedation some drugged corrupt husk
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| Scrubbed up for the surgery
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| Waking splayed in fiberglass-pink
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| A silent space
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| A Planet Pain
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| But you can’t bore a hole to a cavity where the soul lives
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| Vaseline Hands
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| The door slams behind us in a flesh lined heaven
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| Cities of coral complexity
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| Where drowning forms thrashed up from central densities
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| Having a stroke I learned a new way to see
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| Tea-colored trout lairs and gold frozen bodies
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| The crawlspace grave he improvised
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| Believe
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| At that bone altar
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| Oh I’m hollow and I’m bankrupt
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| Palpate its baby teeth nodules with insensate fingers
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| That raised ranch lambent bay windows say benign
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| At that bone altar
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| Oh I’m hollow and I’m bankrupt
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| Palpate its baby teeth nodules with insensate fingers
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| That raised ranch lambent bay windows say benign
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| But tell me what former police
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| Sits at the bus stop offering rides |