Swap a name for a number. Find a cage, find a chain. Find a plate, slip it
under.... feed it every other day. Keep the scenery the same, keep the
family away. Keep it sane, keep it safe. Take that rope away - it likes to
play (especially with itself when the eyes are turned away). Light the
lights! Call the others... make a circle, make it blush. Make it flush the
mess away. Tell it 'Each dream is dead' - then make it pray. And I met her in the
park and she'd changed. She shrugged away each time I tried to touch her,
when I tried to tell her that it's over... The nightmare is finished -
Let's start again... No more pain.... no more worry... But the only word
was 'sorry'. They'd had their way.
OBEY THE TIME
OBEY THE FATE
OBEY THE STARS
Find a cage, find a chain. Find a plate, slip it
under.... feed it every other day. Take that rope away - it likes to
play (especially with itself when the eyes are turned away).
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Self-inflicted surgery is now routine.
It erases all traces of faces we have all known; we have all owned.
Stretch me over this
Two by four skeleton
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