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All of my bones
Arranged in a pile
In the shape of a heart
Which was broken
Three ugly witches
Dance round and round
Singing show tunes
Written in 1963
About Satan and the fall of the Kingdom of God
All of my skin
Is strecthed over
This soccer ball
It's thirteen layers
Deep
Take out my eyes
And feed them to worms
They can't see Anything
Good anymore.
Oh, but I'll still be standing
Somewhere no doubt
Get me a vodka
And Lucozade
Well, this can;t go on
Forever
But it feels indefinite
Oh I'll be standing all right
Dry eyed and grim
A pale imitation
Of the ghost I wished I was
I wish my face
Was covered with the scars
Of every blow I've taken
So everyone could see
Where I've been
A toadmap of pain
But I'm just me
Pale eyed and sullen
Slinking between
The liquer store and my room
With ackward flat steps
Doesn;t matter how drunk I get
I'll always be the same
Just a waste of ****ing skin
A life that started out wrong
I could never clear myself
Of this false beginning
On and on
Feeling so unhappy
Feeling so unworthy
Drive in the knife
What does it matter
I can see your point
Look at me
Ugly fat ****ing ****
Ugly fat ****ing ****
Oh, is it always prone
to such melodrama
And over reaction?
I'll just at home
On my own
Shut out the world
And everyone
It feels like a great
Many tenticled
Salivating monster
It feels like prism
Filled only with grey silence
From every side
It feels like a Beach
In winter, cold and harsh
Running from something unknown
Just screaming and screaming
It feels like a wall of radio static
At every side
Loud enough
To make me death
I was always deaf
In that ear
Anyway
Oh, it wasnt your fault
I've always been this way
Tomorrow I'll take a big hammer
And break every finger
In every hand
So I cant pick up the phone
And call your voice
There isnt any point
There isnt any meaning
Being together
Just didnt work
Wasnt what you wanted
The things you saw
Didnt turn out quite right
We all have the right
To be indecisive
You never thought in absolute's
Anyway
You have your life to make
I can appreciate
You only have one chance to get it right
So you have to be careful
And I am never careful
Oh, just leave right now
It doesnt matter
What was said
What we did
It was just another time
Another thing
Here is now
And it doesnt matter anymore
I'll take a sickle
I'll take an axe
I'll cut down three witches
I'll slash them and smach them
And grind them and bind them
I'll pick up my bones
And swim to the bottom of the sea
And place my hand inside the mouth
Of an ugly fish
Bite it off
I ****ing dare you
Just to make me scream
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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