he was dead, in spite of all the breathing.
The heart breathing was a subterfuge, a ruse,
to keep you all guessing what Robin said:
He said - i don't want your co-operation with this -
just your, i just want your undying adoration.
My dying admiration breathed it's last. What governed me
has faded into past tense.
He crucified the world, and laughed at my expense
screaming 'fuck you and your
self importance'. My self-importance is something i earned
in the fashion of reason, the equal eye
colourblind, like rainbows, only blind.
Well i could claim it, everything you craft
i'd name it, call it mine. That sweet, cloying scent
of waking up dead where ghosts blink and
weasals play the lyre. He said: 'it's all in your head',
it is all in my head, my fire - my brittle bones, god bless
god bless. Rumble from the throat of god,
whispered words 'i'm lost. I am so lost.'
He's in the bed, lies nex to me,
he hits and i forget to breathe - my god, said he - don't you see?
I see.Shortly after
Your old life's idol in my equal eye, the money's gun, has gone and got it now.
Got it how? Well my body's trigger is a lifeline. Dragging all these demons from the earth
beneath the coal mines. You speak, i freeze, my ice it melts, king rat comes riding on his chariot,
right out of hell.
The turn in you, the queen in me said:
ladies and gentlemen! Plaese take your seats
we bolted each door to the wall, and burn the whole fucking palace
right down to the floor
Raising hell was that stupid me
srunk, i was dancing, the delusions of the free
Oh you've not! But the bed that you've made
we'll dig right down and make it your grave
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