| The weight of murder fills the sky
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| A neon shadow rising up like vespers
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| From the haze that burnt away
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| The peeling painted stratosphere
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| Newspaper blowing by on a shriveled shred of apathy
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| A chronicle of missing persons
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| Only I know where I left the parts of them
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| A night-time fantasy in action
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| A knife that bled the life of faceless passion
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| I watched the moon all cold and icy
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| Suspended far above the severing
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| I separated the spirit from unwilling flesh, and bound
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| The body in a city’s sorrow
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| But no one cares about the broken
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| Flickering in summer air
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| Stinking in suffocating breeze
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| I will wear a mask of normal
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| To hide my mask of orgasmic shame
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| The cars on fire on the sides of the naked street
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| They light my way, they free me
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| As I crawl back into my concrete cavern |