Unclean

 

Without the truth I would never become free,
From hypocrisy; give me dignity laced with l.s.d.
Drugs are free; let me see deep within myself,
So I can fly straight up out of this man made-up Hell.


I need to land safely in your arms to be found at home,
Or the internet will give me holes,
Where no holes should ever have been.
So unclean, once seen.
Floating away into the abyss of a never seen dream.


We have no use for nooses now,
I keep on telling myself.
We have to carry on somehow.
You sound hopeful; I say oh well.


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