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A brief thought
The lust parties come in
Crawling on the floor
The angels committing sins
Are being pushed out of the door
There's a heathen running from a burning church
All coming here
The devil wants to come in, not being done with his work
They're all coming here
The waves of thieves barge in
The killers and saints are having a cup of tea
The do-good "religion" has made another "win"
They're all coming to this sea
They're all gathered to talk
As the good envy the bad
The crooks straighten their walk
And the pope's getting mad
The ring leader knocks
But doesn't wait very long
The door unlocks
And I sit facing them humanly alone
I could stare through them for hours
But I know they know I know
Silently I try to knock their towers
But I know it's just a show
I'm running and running and running
Through the water
Out of the sink
But I'm not getting and farther
My throat is exceedingly dry
Even though I'm surrounded by this sea
They're on a never ending high
Just to try and satisfy me
But it won't
And I can shun them away
Not on my own
But I'm never alone anyway
The classic one side says yes
One side says no
One hand makes death
One hand makes gold
Nerve endings of my brain
Fizzing and shuttering in and out
They all start to look the same
But I know what it's all about
Primitive at best
But worst is yet to come
Now to pass the test
The last and final one
Seizing and convulsing
My final resting place
Damning and controlling
All in one innocent face
---
Blinking
Back to life
Eyes sinking
Showing your strife
I'm still here
But they are all gone
Still no fears
And everything is left alone
Blinking
In my chair
Sinking
Into your despair
Just blinking
Out the thoughts
Just thinking
What all can happen, in such a brief thought
Crawling on the floor
The angels committing sins
Are being pushed out of the door
There's a heathen running from a burning church
All coming here
The devil wants to come in, not being done with his work
They're all coming here
The waves of thieves barge in
The killers and saints are having a cup of tea
The do-good "religion" has made another "win"
They're all coming to this sea
They're all gathered to talk
As the good envy the bad
The crooks straighten their walk
And the pope's getting mad
The ring leader knocks
But doesn't wait very long
The door unlocks
And I sit facing them humanly alone
I could stare through them for hours
But I know they know I know
Silently I try to knock their towers
But I know it's just a show
I'm running and running and running
Through the water
Out of the sink
But I'm not getting and farther
My throat is exceedingly dry
Even though I'm surrounded by this sea
They're on a never ending high
Just to try and satisfy me
But it won't
And I can shun them away
Not on my own
But I'm never alone anyway
The classic one side says yes
One side says no
One hand makes death
One hand makes gold
Nerve endings of my brain
Fizzing and shuttering in and out
They all start to look the same
But I know what it's all about
Primitive at best
But worst is yet to come
Now to pass the test
The last and final one
Seizing and convulsing
My final resting place
Damning and controlling
All in one innocent face
---
Blinking
Back to life
Eyes sinking
Showing your strife
I'm still here
But they are all gone
Still no fears
And everything is left alone
Blinking
In my chair
Sinking
Into your despair
Just blinking
Out the thoughts
Just thinking
What all can happen, in such a brief thought
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