Waiting for extinction in new farm clinic
The wishing well has wishes and obsessions of shared insanity
Brief my mind, selective suicide habit forming
A loss of tainted time
The loves of my life are denigrated from sickness
Fingers of lightning scratch frantic the chest of mine
Where crooked things slowly grow
And the miles delude on the pains we play noise toward
Were we but two shards of glass
In a world of locked windows
Smashed it out could be no need to send on the pain
How else to let the amp gain
And the air and light in
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