Oh how the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Oh Lord is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick and he wants me crazy

Who are you?
Who can say it's ok to live through me?

Live to be part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah?
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

You spend me like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a temple
A dormant alter to where infantile men lie around itching and nibbling
hoping for a small piece of sanity, that of which you can not give

Shame!

Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking

Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me

They are abhored in self-worth
All that matters much to me

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