My thoughts are hollow
Metallic, shrill A smudge of grey cocaine On the back of a bill A damp sock in the rain An amusement park closed A devil's wishbone Nuclear glow Half the disease With all the effects In loco parentis Let's try wolves instead My wont is cyclical As the wheels on a wagon As the dynastic curses On this coffin I'm dragging I abandoned good faith On a gentleman's bet Now my mind is the fat, The tears, the tread The swollen fortress The decayed trigger finger Oh how I wish The slush wouldn't linger And slop and swirl My brain is a fizz Bubbles and hurt And anguish and piss And festering wounds And never-forgives And cold dead tea and My private mountain of shit And this mountain of shit Is my personal peak Conquering it Is a flagrant defeat
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