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Faces align resulting a coupling

The marriage of which is spoken of still in the skeleton mills

Where the naked hand out cigarettes to the mad

Who then pick up their phones and ask for help

For to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk

For to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk

Amongst the glass shardlings

Amongst the fearless offerings of bluntness

For to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk is to reveal

That which was buried

That which is eternal

That which is you

That which is us

I the wearer of the shoe

Yours uncomfortably touched

Like a spider recoiling from an ill-timed tissue swipe

By the wilful man of the hour

Your face is covered in flour

Your face is covered in paste

Your teeth are falling out in your dreams

Only to explode upon impact with the earth

Starting fires in the eye sockets of giants

Who at once inspired set off to redecorate the earth

Thank you for your curiosity

I'll piss on your enemies

And clean out all of your gutters

For I too am a baby

I too seek appraisal

I too walk with a limp

I too seek nourishment

I too belong to everyone at the same time

I too am a baby

I too look for approval

I too walk with a limp

I too seek nourishment

I too belong to everyone at the same time

What do you make of that

What do you make of that

When you drop the irony

What do you make of that

When you lose all your irony

What do you make of that?

I too belong to everyone at the same time

What do you make of that?