I rush and fall, hopes so great I moan so much.
Rushing water ears on fire.
Eyes open shut to the world.
Pills of love and joy not really being true,
People turn against you black smoke comes.
The brain is numb bring out the sun.
Stars bright hands tight cheek to cheek.
All over for this week.
Down and up rush out, stay in.
Go crazy, move to Oz.
Baby born babies dead slowly slowly getting sick.
Draw the blinds shut myself in.
Greed and lust is closing in.
Fingers greedy lick flick stick.
All bent no more. It all makes me sick.
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like gold... i was always partial.
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