Within this darkened corner the warlock proudly crawled upon
I looked beneath my feet and see the soles upon the shoes i wear
In the soles the holes burn deep burn towards the street
I walk on down the street to find the park
In which i have come from
In the park there sits a girl
I want to know that girl...
Sitting in the street, i walk among the souls with no wholes
The holes in my soles and a hole in my soul
I wish towards the star in a vacant light in out star
I walk along the park and in the park i see the girl in the street
The street is the girl- the girl is the street
She wears no clothes and clothes are no weak
I walk towards the street ray gun in my hand...
Reached between my pocket, i reached into my pocket
I wander where she is
Took her, down on the grass
The grass is very brown
I heard psychic screams
I did nothing- she sits with her legs spread
Her legs spread like the morgue glassy blue, her lassitude
I wonder where it is
She sits there...
Wondering, wandering
What happened to our heart?
It decides, i walk towards her
I sit there involved my hands are in my pocket
My pocket and my lassitude, lassitude from my pocket
The cash inbetween us, there sits a wall
A wall i escaped from

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