| When I was a child they made me read
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| Word-daggers of quiver and squirm;
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| Now in the stumbling dark I see
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| I am a worm, silently fruiting your garden
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| My sister, my child
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| Night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul
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| I feel devilish leanings I’m beginning to lose control
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| And the vortex sucks me in
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| Steeped in sin I die
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| But am reborn
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| I want to see the cosmos slip
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| Planets and moons collide
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| Feel gravity lose its grip…
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| It’s all inside
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| All the dead husks are shattered
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| My life-blood, my world ripped apart
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| In the laughter of space
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| It’s all chaff blown out and lost
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| Now I am making the pace
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| Although I don’t know what tape I’ll cross…
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| Maybe catastrophe
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| When I cross the line
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| I know that I will find myself
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| Or maybe you
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| I am a man from the country of destruction
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| I am a man a woman and a god
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| I am my own weapon of kamikaze
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| And will one day cut through the
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| Hidden knot
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| Feed me honey and watch me rise
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| To the bait lying on the knife;
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| If you let me I can hypnotise your life
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| It’s all really so simple
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| My lover, my twin
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| Hand in hand, sprinting down the highway
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| Running over the edge
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| On and on into our doomsday;
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| There is no saving ledge
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| Nor outgrown shrub
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| Is this the way?
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| Out in a blaze of glory?
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| Some day I’ll find the answer
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| Some day I’ll
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| End the story |