Catching madness without losin' It
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Written by J.J
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Monday, 04 August 2008 |
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A staggering sort of sick boy
All lost and alone again tonight.
hey, see that scar in my conscience
mother gave that to me
and, hah, that crippled confidence
I guess I sure owe daddy one.
I never had fresh blood in my veins
they bulge with mucus and slime.
Ain't never gonna catch me smiling
mud mixed in yr heart and the walls all bare.
Lying on the side of my face, singing
a few lines from an old hymn book
as the red leaks into my milky whites.
They tried to give me a precedent
Saying I'm the spitting image
of some bag of rotting flesh somewhere
but in the end, as always
they were forever doomed to be wrong
for I am not like him; I am him
'cept I still got breath to laugh.
This old skin gonna be my bodybag
my container, my island barrier
and I spit on sin, there's not enough
in the nation of me, myself and it.
I can do anything so long no-one else
sees or hears me pretending it's real.
And today I want to be innocent.
Copyright 2008 J.J
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 05 August 2008 )
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