warsaw pact
the infinite glory of dead men playing cards
breathing sex silence
to women with cruel shoes
i climbed mountains to get to you
but you never moved
i saw moments thrashing
whispered bones into exile
whispered me into you
just wanted to know why
just wanted not to cry
slapshot hockey games
penetrating silent madness
the whore's thighs wrapped around my neck
looking for that fix that won't let me down
single mission badness
escalation of soul
trying to bowl with tweezers
can you see my mountain crumbling
fading into black
fleeting seconds and you are time
that part of me that was never mine
i am blind and wish to see no more
bugger me with you ingenuity
sell your soul for green at swap meets
choke on melted candles
wash the world around me
see fit to wear sweaters that don't fit
boil wall street in pig fat
look for the pure california blues
for the color pink
is something i'll just never understand
wanna headbutt your silliness for kicks
snort your flavor through a slim straw
any color you like
do back flips off of cable boxes
eat cyanide pies
live with a crooked crucifix
hanging from the dining room wall
wanna die in the bedroom for kicks
kiss virgin pussy
do it all for a little while
do it all to see you smile
do it all to touch you
in just the right way
thunder me some igloos
girls with sad eyes
feed me some new messiah
piece me together with glue
and know i'm always here to fall apart
always here to break your heart
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