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Its done and forgotten, be precise, short and sweet. May be you will get out alive one day.
Face your hands, your palms and witness what the lines say.
Accidental spirals and mundane precision or divinity beyond the skies.
Tugging through this daily falsehood, tugging through it all the way.
Starting up the shivering foot, and eyes so wide awake.

Good manners, with a pointless shake. A smile too wide to seal the deal.
Stops, breaks and the empty aisles, where the swine forgets to feel,
I will eat your fingers to the bone, leave it dry and savor more.
Pulling through this must-not-kill, pulling through this lonely wheel.
Moving up the quivering knee, and a mind so gripped by greed.

Inspire me too, but let me make my choice.
If I don't like what you say, I will not say a word.
I will point a finger to your face, and claim your heart absurd.
You are the enemy, I am the enemy. We are friends who bleed.

Let me flow, and pour out loud but tell me what to choose.