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Nothing of substance comes from such an angelic voice.
Visions.
Nothing of substance
Passes this threshold.
Nothing of substance defines your career.
Nothing of substance.
It’s quiet clear.
Righteous you sleep.
While the honest grind against walls.
You grind in toilet stalls.
Righteous you sleep.
Indignant of the hurt.
Selfish in your justice.
Cruel in your scorn.
Fool you.
Fool you.
Fool me.
No, not me.
I’ve learned.
When they say rubber on the road.
It’s rubber you’ve burned.
When they mean rubber on the road.
They mean rubber on the road.
Miles of roadkill.
When you lay back.
You look like a toad.
And when you look back
You still carry this load.
It’s quiet and tragic.
No, your pussy’s not magic.
Your ego is toxic.
And it ain’t no shock.
Once again, you retreat into cock.
And trade your power for lust.
Only a fool would trust.
The word ‘love’ from a fool.
No, you’re not that cool.
Actually you’re cruel.
You’re sinful and sly.
And threaten to die.
When things don’t go your way…
But if you want to play.
We’ll play.
It not what you say.
It’s what do, or don’t do.
You say screw you.
But it’s not true.
Nothing so vulgar could be considered so nice.
Your face is melting like dripping ice.
And the light bulb is broken.
So you stumble in the dark.
You might find money.
But you’ll never find love in the park.
All these creatures come out in the dark.
All these creatures.

All these creatures.
But it was just a lark.
If I had a heart to break.
It wouldn’t break for you.
This is a single bed.
It’s not made for two.
Restring your guitar.
Find your voice.
In every human heart.
War or peace is a choice.
Fix those broken strings.
No one can do it for you.
And you can’t end a conversation by screaming ‘fuck you’.
It’s just not what good people do.
Come on man.
Wake up now.
Come on, man.
So what… my ex was like damn good, holy shit wow.
But you, my dear, it’s clear.
Wallow in the dirt.
Love begets love…
And hurt begets hurt…

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