I'll turn off the TV It's killing us, we never speak There's a radio in the corner It's dying to make a scene So give me soft, soft static With a human
Good night it's stroke-time let's get paralysed down both sides snake hips, red city kiss and your black eyes roll back midnight organ fight yours gives
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Poke at my iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language, communicate through
A cripple walks amongst you All you tired human beings He's got all the things a cripple has Not working arms and legs And vital parts fall from his
Do the twist in the twisting outfit The loose tie with, the loose limp wrists Lift your dress enough to show me those shins Let your hair stick to your
Who'd you push down the stairs last night? I would have liked to have been a part of that...