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From: AnOtherWorld, (a broken piece)
Blackstar radiating bilnd'light
on the smudges
on my birth certificate.
(They'say i must'go)
drumsdrumdrumming!
(They'say i must'go)
Worlds scream and laugh backwards
(They'say i must'go)
Money is tight'tight'tight say moneyman /
(They'say i must'go)
Moneyman dies his own death.
(They'say i must'go)
his world currency burns much like paper
(They'say i must'go)
A back'assed laugh & a screamWorld
remains.
(They'say you must'go)
(They'say we must'go)
(They'say we must'go)
(They'say i must'go)
the foot worries the
man who dares walk
in this faked wasteland,
but them that be foot to
foot to feeling
illusory
snakes slithering neuropathically,
(As snakes are won to do). a
creepiness renewed for some
unrequited old creep
of so many lost loves.
(They'say you must'go) (They'say you must'go)
wee wrapped
your warped appendage that oft seems as though
apostacy is rue'less in taking way,
a reach away of the very thing
we'd be, still
groping at vacant air
(They'say must'go)
(They'say must'go)
(They'say must'go)
(They'say WEmust'go)to a place of peace no one knows nor cares back from forth.
it's a place of peace
in a a place of peace
j u s t down t h e ro'ad a'piece
a bit below a bit below a bit below,
Blackstar, a'glow in the blind'light
every
night
we survive.
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