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Ol' Minefield alone he sits on his cold dark floorOl' Minefield by ~beauty-in-a-can
his blackened pupils dilate
his vibrant world is now abhor
peaceful mind now irate
the empty needle snaps in two
his only high torn away
his level world now askew
beautiful colours die to a violent grey
the world returns to its frozen death
echoes of thoughts ring a painfull ache
tragedy returns oh sweet macbeth
his life, all but a divine mistake
cradled harshly in his pool of blood
the scars on his arm become a bittersweet memory
thoughts of dear heroin come in a flood
scarring his mind with blackest emery
left in his mind insanc
blinded viciously by his own hand
reasons for this
Machine. The blackest smoke pours from the reluctant chimneyMachine. by ~beauty-in-a-can
spluttering,choking the people lay to sleep
jewels of dullest grey placed in the drawer
taught to follow, taught to agree
the strain and crank of the godforsaken machine
grinding,fuming long into the night
conveyer old and worn
told how to walk and love, awful vaccine
the sky blackens with the unholy soot
the factory, and its machines
ceaseless, cold, logical
the newest line of blank mute
blind they stagger to the prophet
to here the speech of the great old
follow me, he does proclaim
words,words of strangulating velvet
the droning buzz, louder yet silent over all
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Opium Of The People Steve lives in a perfect houseOpium Of The People by ~beauty-in-a-can
On a perfect street
In the perfect neighbourhood
In the perfect city
In the perfect country
In a not so perfect world
Steve has a wife
Her name is Sally
Steve and Sally are in love
There always happy
They take walk their perfect dog together
They eat breakfast together
They have a family together
They have two children
Billy and Jane
Billy and Jane are straight A students
Billy and Jane always do what there told
Billy and Jane are wonderful children
Billy and Jane never complain
Billy and Jane have nothing to complain about
They are good and are rewarded in equal
Steve, Sally, Billy,
Place For My Head The jade sunset dawns on the emerald seaPlace For My Head by ~beauty-in-a-can
down deep inside he wishes to be free
locked in the demented mind of dead dreamer
paranoia, indecision followed by a schemer
sleeping silently cold in the night
hearts burning cold soon to ignite
demons rise in his lonely heart
not near the end but far from the start
The dead zone burning in his chest
by his new found desire he seems possessed
feel the emptyness surge forever
gates of the mind open to a new endevour
still scarred by the burns of the ancient ash
what now is an relic stigma still seems as a gash
seemingly harmless makes the deepest cut
derailed, perilously into a rut
Sta.sh
finally on dA!
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