wait in your throat there's a knife and its shadow
break through the glass through the veil through curtain
but i don't mind when the illusion stops
hey in your hair i could bloom like a garden
with both my eyes in your hands little vermin
and now the tepid light of thought
i've got situations planned
i've written manuscripts in digital format
when i retire from being a man
i'd like to leave my body under the water
you in your mouth there's a weight there's an island
the sky's rotten teeth start to fade into nothing
but i know where your statue stands
i wake in cold sweat right beside a golden lion
its paws on my chest all time now suspended
it sings and carries me to sleep
i've got situations planned
i've written manuscripts in digital format
when i retire from being a man
i'd like to leave my body under the water
'cause that's the story we all want
i'll be forgotten when i'm gone
the marks on my headstone have withered away
but i haven't even been to my grave
'cause that's the story we all want

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