nothing ever changes
except scenery rearrangements
in the affectionate at hands of
horsepower assault
best keep your pants on, boy
behind the armor of fault
hopeless makeshift triggers
you'll never walk again, you'll never walk again

in the choked mouths of rivers
parted like a sea of love and infidelity
best keep your stitched lips
starched in a giggle
hopeless makeshift triggers
you'll never walk again

in piles of clothing sleep the.....
stitched lips starched in a giggle
in piles of clothing sleep the dead
no wire coat hangers
never again.




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