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 Waiting
for MargaretHiveFirst
Kill
BitchCarsErrorClairSad
WAITING
FOR MARGARET
My....Shepherd of the Harvest
Moon, your bones, they shuffle, brittle.
Behind the Junkie Cliff, THE BAR
... shrinking grimly now, you pour them ...
Convenient goldfish for the
dead-end teeth to gnaw WOW! see the
minutes pucker, OUCH!
I know time to grip that $2.00
tip some old Mutha fucka said he never
left behind ...
Never left behind! Never left
behind! Never left BEHIND!
(All of their shadows on your
shoulder, on your shoulder.)
All TIGHT, although the year's
been tugging smugly down on your sliding grace, now...
Down flat from the heavy
conversation and, all their smoke i see it ... Raping
at your pores ... i see you on all fours ... i watch the sweat as the
nicotine runs it's course;
You brave the void, you say
you've got no voice ... you've got no choice!
You say you've got no choice,
you say you've got no choice, you say
you've got no CHOICE....Little Miss Toilet!
Waiting ... for ... Margaret:
YEAH!
HIVE
Swirling....fumes of vomit bug
eyes, digging, deep inside my hive mind.
Wings slicked back, complete
with watercooler Death Dance, they disguise my mind with numbness,
I spend more life extracting for the swollen
currency Queen, yeah.
(GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!
GO! GO! GO! GO!)
And she will drop her eggs for
free. To hide malicious incubation.
I'm not paid enough for this shit, I'm not paid
enough for this shit, I'm not paid enough
for this shit, I'm not paid enough for THIS ...
FIRST
KILL
This man received oxygen by
HATING!
I still throw up from the smell
of steel, since he made me aim and SQUEEZE!
Each night, her terror face,
exploding over the FIREPLACE!
In this past, so i cry...WISPS
OF COLOR!
SHAPES!....CONTOURS OF GODFISTS!
Image of newborn left in red
snow, death throes infect ME!
Outlines of newborn left in red
snow, death throes infect ME!
SHAPES! CONTOURS OF GODFISTS!
SHAPES! CONTOURS OF GODFISTS!
WHEN I PLAY CLOUDGAMES!
WHEN I PLAY CLOUD ... GAMES!
WOUNDS MADE ... IN BROKEN RIB
CAGE...AS I CLEANED HER!
WELL, I LOATHE HIM, I SMEAR HIM,
I FLUSH HIM WELL I LOATHE HIM, I FLUSH
HIM....
WE BOTH WILL DIE ENGORGED.
BITCH
I hate YOU!
youmutherfuckerraperofprivacystealmyclothessteal
mytruststealmyrageI'llstealyourlife
burnedinhell,you'llburnedinhell!whatI'lldoisbeyond
youpullyourfucking
cavityyoustolemyfuckingaggro-t,fuckyou,fuckyou,
fuckyou,fuckyou,youcan'tbeme,bitch.
ERROR
First born! Prototype!
First born! Prototype!
That's what i AM!
That's what i AM!
(JUST WATCH MY SKULL IGNITE!)
First born, Prototype!
First born, Prototype!
That's what i AM!
That's what i AM!
(JUST WATCH MY SKULL IGNITE!)
"rap breakdown, George has
words"
First born, prototype, First
born, prototype!
That's what i am, that's what i
am!
First born, prototype, First
born, prototype ...
that's what i am ...
CLAIRE
Masturbating with a handgun.
Where is that Claire?
I sometimes break off tiny gifts
of growth;
To set adrift.
Where is that Claire?
Broken betrayal bits of her
stepmom reflection ...
Writhe off the bloody shards i
still find at random.
Minions of her alcoholic anatomy
...
Move and changed from Mom to
Meat, she moaned ...
SHE MOANED!:
"you have your father's
eyes, you have your father's hands, you
have your father's stamina, DON'T let ME!"
Some wounds where her Hell
groped me, often sizzle upon the Surface!
Where is she all brittle, and
I'll bet she's masturbating with a handgun.
As i pursue the pantomime, attain
the GOALS, and SHIFT the GEARS, and pass your GHOST;
You shift through the filth of
Christian GUILT, and bury your bones in
my WAKE!
Oh, what have I done, stripped
your heinous corpes for fun?
Exposed the foul soul, and
gelatinous spine!
Where is that Claire?
SAD
No you don't intimidate
me....NO!
Drained of all emotion...dried
up blown away.
Dismembered dreams
unspoken....what happened here?
Drained of all emotion ...
Dried up, blown AWAY!
Dismembered dreams,
unspoken...what happened here?
NO, you don't intimidate me, NO,
i will NOT SUBMIT!
NO, i will not surrender ...
Flammable ego, with the match
LIT!
Well I'm TIRED of shit stained
lips, double edged tongues, infantile PRIDE ...
Large enough to sell out
TRUST...much to my chagrin.
The gates of confidence swing
both ways ...
Moreso on the side of GREED ...
SELFISHNESS ... COWARDICE ... roll the
dice.
Stress and pain were in
abundance ... LOVE and FRIENDS were all pretend.
It's NOT my paranoid conclusion
... It's not the fact that I GREW DARK!
That wrench the heart and souls
of those ....
With exaggerated strength will
...
Backlash, SNAP them ... back.
To a previous time of ANGST!
Don't lull me to a false sense
of security, don't second guess my complacency ...
Just watch how many strands of
laughter twist within your grasp.
It's sad.
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