How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shaken, yeah
Oh there's tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Oh Lord is this a test?
Was it fun creating me?
My god's a little sick
Still he wants me gracious
Are you
Who can see
It's ok to live through me
Live to be
Part of me
You're a week old magazine
Was it something that I said?
Was it 'are they breaking me'
I'm so selfish paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking
Bend 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 which you cannot give
Change!
Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent
While the hell am I taking
Parasite
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They all at war
In self-worth
All that matters much to me

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