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Eutopia

Peeling veener reflection,
On the cold stone fun house mirror,
Tells me lies, stealing time.
Anemic and comatose slow melting movement,
Drips from the dura from the walls,
Gives me a sign.

Peeling up,
Pulling down.
Pushing in,
Shoving out.

Feels like push came to shove to pull the hold on these restraints again.

Smiling cardboard martyr,
Controls his puppets from his soapbox throne,
Tells us lies, steals our time.
Amnesiac and strung out thoughts,
Scream from the hole above the sky,
Give me a sign.

Peeling up,
Pulling down.
Pushing in,
Shoving out.

I'll be cleansed of this.
I'll be purged once again of the right of wrong.
I'll be cleansed again.

Feels like push came to shove to pull the hold on these restraints again.

Feels like I'm clean again.
Feels like I'm fucked up sober.
Feels like I'm clean and pure.
Feels like I'm innocent.
Feels like I'm sober again.

Copyright © 2006 Intellegent Stoopidity Music
Music is a weapon. Use it wisely.


"So retire the ships, the final voyage was his ..."


Quote by kaktusnpoop (on Norma Jean)
I think they use Botch guitars tuned to drop Botch.
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. . .Guess this is the last time I try writing something while drunk.
Music is a weapon. Use it wisely.


"So retire the ships, the final voyage was his ..."


Quote by kaktusnpoop (on Norma Jean)
I think they use Botch guitars tuned to drop Botch.