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turn

ultimately there's something about me that makes you turn away
with time increases the invitation of the grey
resignation 
the hunger eats a hole in the stomach wall
and the tongue too starves for the words it does not say

sold and i looked down upon the world slowly the mist began to part throughout the broad horizons artificial hearts being sold on every street corner in every town in every city a transaction at every intersection trade a heart for a dollar bill discard your meals for their newest pill as material consumes the soul and purges out pain polluting the air we breathe snipping our wings and crushing the free spilling on the altar a sacrifice, truth for all green eyes to gaze upon

all songs copyright 2000 Alex d.