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Angels glaze my metaphors
To carry them somwhere beyond reasoning
Kitchy, never explainable
Numerous and increasingly painful
One hurts
Two kills
Three is unnecessary, I'll end it there
Forge your name on celluloid
Spectacular you spelled it right
It's not really your name
Faked me out, didn't you Mr. Jones?
I was one step ahead
Burying the dead before it knew it was
And now engraving the famous rock
Your career lies here
I'm so contemporary, so klever
New shade of dull on an old model
You kids are just like your fodder
Typical motherly response
One more word
And I'll scream two mouthfuls of impotence
Not really that important
All animals ultimately answer to their alliterative agents anyways
So hang up the phone
No one wants to be at home
Just carry a little bit of it around
Wreathing in a single, celllular moment
When tears wept without reason
And I cried with them
Why did I cry with them?
Last edited by Disco Dragon; 07-14-2005 at 04:10 PM.
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