to find the one who’ll listen with all their senses
is to find the needle to bleed me as dry as dirt
the city is full and bursting with a hundred million
empty souls all lying to each other. Lie to me again and
boil my shell
my wall
to climb my flag to fly
my penance to exact.
building noise gaining power you cannot see me
shafts of light penetrating the fog bank
i’m holding on
i’m holding back
it all blows by me as i walk by blind
everyone is black everything is black
the ashes cover everything
i am full to bursting i cannot sleep i cannot sit still.
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