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thefreakindickson
07-21-2005, 01:03 AM
The numbness of my indecision,
Left me open for your quick incision,
Prosthetic limbs, synthetic veins,
I fade away from all lifes pains,
I need not worry to try and feel,
The man I am is not quite real,
My soul is neatly packaged away,
we'll meet again, or so I pray,
they held me together to tear me apart,
They've taken away the remains of my heart,
My joints are synthetic, broken, I know it,
Spoke the hands of the mechanical poet,
Feeble and frail, I grind to a halt,
Who is to blame, or was it my fault?,

fingis
07-21-2005, 01:07 AM
i dont care

thefreakindickson
07-21-2005, 02:17 AM
i dont care

Thats fair.

nonamemadox
07-21-2005, 03:06 PM
not a bad song. it kind of dragged on though.
Sounds like something you would recite in a coffe shop or a poetry club.
but hey i havent realy heard the song, so it might work out good for you.