Again We Come To Hurt
How must we start the story again
a work of love, a work of passion
simply a work of fiction
the hold of nature, ever bliss #1
to hold on tight, take the risks
twist the twisted little twists
more and more all for the bliss of this
war is hardly pretty, getting down and nitty-gritty
the casualties hold no pity from me
start of the attack, to never take it back
what is this we cannot see, could it be…
…$atan?!
not exactly, just the animals inside of us #2
pushing our forms to lunge and thrust
again we come to flirt with the taste of disaster
tainted happily ever after, I think not!
The shells, the animals we are
defeat the purpose, leave the scars
within our minds, we find, the festering wounds
pouring out the rancid blood, flowing hard
making up this rot-laced food #3
unerring congestion of discretion
digestion only directive spits at us to improve
taste the pain of failure, lesson turned law
of trial and error, a wailing wall, extreme and crude
what is this I am opening?
my bursting heart overflowing, again we come to hurt
penetrate the simple mind, primate seethe,
primate sigh, primate just a simple kind
simple man, simple mind…. chorus.
Open up the world, see what is inside
your head, simply cracks of crust and bone
but only when one is considered dead
our soul is that the only source
that lasts with us throughout divorce #4
vindicating what is left of us
when from this place we are hurled
into an open space from which no turn back
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