tomboy plucks the bass note
broken string bruised finger fuck !
she lights another cigarette
& thinks what a shame to suck
the guilty trap bears down on her
(cause) she's punishing her self
and choking on her ignorance
her mind blacks out it's stealth
>
the stealth of all, in you and me
the stuff we do not care to see
as we go on our merry way
and punch our selves through everyday
i walk the path in my own boots
and i pretend we've different roots
but everytime i stop & think
i tilt my hat, give you a wink
.n.v.
Also performed to music:
conciousless
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