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Dead mackerel eyes

Chased away, by vapours of butane
the stench between the walls
is a beguiling kind of call
feed me an overdose
cause help wont ever show
you asked to pick my brains

decided is was disturbingly strange
dont ask if you cant handle my truth
hallucinations are convincing me
the burning flesh inside my head
came from your slow burning fumes
the gas leak in your childhood,
slowly seeping floor to ceiling
day after day, year after year
till I'm seeing murderous yuppies
in blood soaked raincoats
grinning ear to ear

Someone left a note on the fridge
asking "who are you?"
now the hangman has got his arms
I think I know who I am
I left myself the day I ran
and there is no turning back

Dead mackerel eyes
I still taste your salty brine
because you died inside
your childhood dreams




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