A silent rotation
A manifestation
The home of temptation
of lust
and of malice
and hatred and sadness
All lost in translation
and drowning in madness
Pliers prying for attention Rusty little liars Starting fires Scared straight Swam straight down the straight Wrapped up in butchers paper Playing with a busted bottle Of bootleg Tapes All Taped up I'm trying so hard to wake up She is Tightly wound and In her head She is Bound in twine And yet She walks so well along the line But I can't keep my balance.
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