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Prey upon passivity
Query the lost identity
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blue-green and flowing, she opened arms, cried, “To me, Love!” swimming closer than she’d dared
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Feeding me paranoia propaganda
to keep me on the run
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and enormous yellow dandelions like suns scattered
throughout the green universe
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I will raise my arms like the bones of a kite
I will step quickly, barefooted
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This creature comes to us with information, bargains,
and you heal its wounds and let it question YOU?
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The crackle of autumn
The warmth before the trees are bared by the frost
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I curse my cat's memory
And comfort myself with platitudes and excuses
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My imagination building twisted Tim Burton towers
In which you fell by the side of the road
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I sat in the theatre alone
Front row
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I remember Quebec as a death-bird
And the motel as breaking bones
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I am a mirror
And you are a Mentat
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Watching the rain coming down
splashing in rusty puddles and aquarium pebbles
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genres and genders bending
and blending
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Your mind looks like delicate fractals
As your body begins to shake
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Every October a new start
Falls to earth with the leaves and rain
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It's dark and shiny and long and.. I don't know, fwippy.
I made up that word.
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and night is the robin fanning its wings
to protect us as we sleep.
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where music merges with feedback
and consumes it
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The only things that lay between sweet, unconscious dreams
And the conscious world, are the memories
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Wrap yourself around the image in your head
and imagine she's real
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And when there is nothing left inside you
Remember that Nothing isn't something
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And I'm throwing off my manacles
Racing through my house again
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You tried, so shy, to earn her love
You fell so far in your own regard
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Small and dark and brilliant,
Shining like an obsidian crystal
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dreaming of steel, wishing himself relentless
and mourning a world without honour in humanity
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The church steps never look the same to me
Now that I've seen them painted in red and blue
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This starsong tastes so like the summer,
The breeze sweeps the grey from my heart
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three red sirens beckon from their guitar amp island
calling over their newest prey
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it cries as it stumbles
and reaches out for help
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You cannot comprehend, you who hold the strings, the entire meaninglessness of the puppet who knows she is but a puppet!
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Packing worries against the walls,
Losing myself behind domino masks and red death
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For Three fell hard for One's proud charms,
One gathered Three into his arms
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Fighting queen
End of battle
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