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So, I went through some old writings and feel the urge to post them.
Lock those doors.
Put on the chains.
Gather ‘round and watch it burn
To the ground.
Lock away the memories,
The pictures.
The knives and the guns
And the dynamite inside.
It’ll explode.
Don’t worry.
And if you think I mean what you think I do
You’re wrong.
How could you understand what any of it means?
Why anything I do should be of ANY importance to you?
I’m just another face, another waste of space.
Another time, another go-round.
Trying to improve upon, cinch into your
“It’s a Small World After All”
where the boat comes back to the beginning and you
can load new innocent, unknowing faces on.
Never seeing what happens in the tunnel,
Through the ride
As all those little dolls watch you in the water
Watch you in the water.
They want to reach out and stroke your hands,
Poke your flesh to see if it’s real.
They want to feel the breath come out and the inhalation in.
Don’t make me another doll to put in your collection.
Once you put me on that labeled shelf I won’t come down and
Play again.
What the hell?
Tell you I did that to you?
Did that to us?
Get away from me.
You stand there with your head tilted at just the right angle
And your voice pitched just so.
You’re a doll as well.
Only you don’t know it.
Maybe I’ll throw you into the fire too.
Lock those doors.
Put on the chains.
Gather ‘round and watch it burn
To the ground.
Lock away the memories,
The pictures.
The knives and the guns
And the dynamite inside.
It’ll explode.
Don’t worry.
And if you think I mean what you think I do
You’re wrong.
How could you understand what any of it means?
Why anything I do should be of ANY importance to you?
I’m just another face, another waste of space.
Another time, another go-round.
Trying to improve upon, cinch into your
“It’s a Small World After All”
where the boat comes back to the beginning and you
can load new innocent, unknowing faces on.
Never seeing what happens in the tunnel,
Through the ride
As all those little dolls watch you in the water
Watch you in the water.
They want to reach out and stroke your hands,
Poke your flesh to see if it’s real.
They want to feel the breath come out and the inhalation in.
Don’t make me another doll to put in your collection.
Once you put me on that labeled shelf I won’t come down and
Play again.
What the hell?
Tell you I did that to you?
Did that to us?
Get away from me.
You stand there with your head tilted at just the right angle
And your voice pitched just so.
You’re a doll as well.
Only you don’t know it.
Maybe I’ll throw you into the fire too.