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sparkle freedom. All songs published by Peekaboo Perfect Space Explore, ASCAP:
BACK IN THE SADDLE You work to produce to produce to consume to consume to produce to consume to produce etc.
CUT THE LINE Can you feel my heart, beating out of time? The rhythm, the weight, the meter, and the rhyme of my broken ass love.
I, EXPLOSION! I explode and scream to hell when I feel the need to feel nothing at all. I explode.
RADIO DEAD Radio dead the signal to my head. A mind in a body disabled neck below has an awful time to think; please just let me go.
MOONSHINE Drunk like the hell I'll have that to pay, I have my whole damn life to drink away. Howl at the moon and forget today. It's alright.
KNOW NO GOOD These hands are a victim of command. I am an artist. This knife is the only brush I'll need when I find my canvas in the man who knew no good.
!X3 Please stop talking and start running running for your stupid freaking life. Godzilla is coming.
KAMIKAZE SUNRISE The sun will rise and burn again. My arms will spread and lead me down to them. I spit these words into the wind, as I fall from one hundred feet above.
BATS! The bats knocking at my door want the blood from brain. They can't have it from me, if I empty my own veins. Bats on the brain.
TROJAN
HORSE - "She duct-taped closed the little hole in my face when I
misbehaved. 'Shut your mouth and tell me how you found your way inside my
house. Oh my god, that awful voice could never be my little boy's.'"
- BATS!
- "The bats knocking at my door want the blood from my brain; but they
can't have it from me, if I empty my own veins." - I, EXPLOSION!
- "I explode and scream to hell when I feel I have to have my yellow
pill. I explode and cut myself when I feel I have to have my purple
pill. I explode, curse, and yell when I feel the need to feel nothing at
all. The Doctor Says I need to learn some self control, but the thing he
fails to see are the cracks in my skull. I can hardly wait for my second
dose. These hands have a purpose in mind I can't control any more. - THE
DEVIL DROVE ME HERE - "God damn what you say; I'll live, die, and
bleed this way. Cars crash in the city night; I drink while the devil
drives." - KNOW NO GOOD - This room has a view I've
grown to love. I can remember my mother's body, cold and white. I
have this picture taken of the man who knew no good. I count eleven marks
I've made against the wall since I've been here. I'll gouge your eyes with
this fork I hold; push a pen through your crumpled throat; crush your skull with
a press and screw, then bind your limbs and throw you down a well. These
hands are a victim of command; I am an artist. My knife is the only brush
I need; I'll find my canvas somewhere in the man who knew no good. I
reminisce in nightmares and dreams we used to share when I was nine. This
plan has a bullet proof design. In December, my time will be mine once
again. I have another gift for the man who knew no good. I mark the
seven rolls of duct tape that I'll use when I find him.
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