Damaged nerves and a broken harp. Frayed strings and a crippled bird
Suckling at the teat of mediocrity. A furrowed brow. Suspension in the sunlight
Kick down the doors. Smash every window. Molotov solutions. Plunder it all.
Fasten yourself to the seat of seclusion and buckle the belt. Safety in silence.
Persuasion. Proclivity. Porous idealism and a loose moral code.
Her eyes are smoking, and her heart it laughs.
Her ears were bleeding when the ground started shaking
She looks for violence and she found only me.
She wears a golden headdress for me.
A tear rounds her eye and she walks on the ceiling.
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