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Jan 24, 2008 11:03

the early weekend body lifting up the sky draws near
the ties of boredom are ripped ragged by huge golden shears
the car's wheel steers the frame off the road it goes
your body relaxes and your brain just explodes
red arremer's the name
i've sacked out in every place
i could sleep deeply being choked to death by chains
energy is what i'm pushing
walls are what i'm cracking
eyeballs are what i'm spinning
backwards in their sockets
as my words apply the force of those cold war rockets
yeah you can't stop it
i'm pushing your vision through
all grey matter blockage
till the flame turns blue turns yellow turns green
till the oxygen burns your body and you flicker like a lazer
beam interuppted by steam
streaming from your lips
at the second that your spirit leaves
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