| I’m a hunger artist come feel my bones
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| Through metal railings, a cage at home
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| All the women and children fascinate in me
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| Fascinations end in obsessive tendencies
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| The complex fallacy of our own ecstasy
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| The grip of all your real lives crashing climacting
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| Such selfish living put out here on show
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| Shattered cancatenations and the monotonous tones
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| Our lives crashing in
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| To each other
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| When did we begin?
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| How many of you want to rule yourselves?
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| Want to dominate me and control my health
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| This inward living the state so fraudulent
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| I feel so sick from affectless abandonment
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| I’m a hunger artist this is my wife
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| But where is my anger? |
| Where is my child?
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| Their ashen faces so sunken and hollow
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| And when I look at you the car crash inside explodes
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| Our lives crashing in
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| To each other
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| Inward collisions |