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I wonder what it's like to be you.
Sitting there all alone.
All alone.
Alone.

Maybe you are crying
Lonesome and anxious.
Give my love to my young

The Centipede multiplies and divides
And comes after you from every side
Faster and faster, and row by row
He slides through the rocks to get you from below!

Oh, Centipede, you can't run away
You can't run away

Picking crumbs from the beards of others,
futile organisms with no spine.
Human lice with no spine slips
into a neural wreck of humanity's rot.
Trust ripping away, dying.
Your breed is weak,
the taste of strength bitter to your palate of doubt.
A remnant of what was, once left,

Eight times a felon for fire
Like cobalt cast and clean
I got a motor felt the wheel
Real fast and fear
Try, jack it, black it for more
Handcuffs with special keys
Triple lies and been down defiled
It's a V.S.I.

Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine...

How can you afford to throw me those looks

when you haven't pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet?

How can you say those things to me

I stood strong through right or wrong
I fought pain with time and hate
Here I stand alone and on fire
In a room with a view, a fence with barbwire
Today my world ends and so theirs begins
Slowly trying to justify comparable sins

I stand here alone and unafraid

The Public wants what the public gets.
Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into this world.
Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a
Trojan horse full of zyklon while Judas' coffers overflow.
What? New world disorder is nothing new.
Choking on poison air pouring whiskey into
Crescent moon lacerations.
Time to bite the hand that beats.

How light could be our darkest hour?
None will be left when they come
to collect their blood debts.
All accounts will run dry,
a binary vessel full of nothing but dust.
A vicious lust for control has turned us
into faceless pawns for faceless kings,
shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre greed.

Smothered under your affection
Solitude an acquisition, symbiosis turned parasitic
Now I'm starting to regret this, dying to be alone
Bleed me as I'm dying to be alone

A weight on my back
A noose around my neck
A clot in my veins, a worm in my gut