Don't taste of my dreams
Born blind in my teens
Where the jackyl lays waste to the mouth agape
And stuffed with morphine.
Don't suck from my dreams
Blessed to be obscene
They look like cataracts staring at disheveled newscasts,
Television screens.
I'd hate for you to grieve bad news,
But we;re all still alive, waving flags made of knives
And a rugged bruise.
I'd hate for you to waive the noose,
But a million sickled knots couldn't clot the rot
That's come for you.
Bloodbaths and frenzy
On circuitry seas
We're a ship made of noise with a dock full of boys
Begging for broadcast teams.
Contracted lovers
Hide in you covers
Batter high-five brides with cons between their thighs
To watch you mumble.
The classic brand settled down and pay the rent
Your drugged-down yesteryears lay in a pool of lament
They're singing "Oh, oh, oh...give us one more chance!"
Collecting compound lies and throwing them in the back of a van
Like a gunman, you take sight with a squited eye
But desire what lies on the other side.
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