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Tilling my own grave to keep me level, jam another dragon down the hole, digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren, one that pushes me along and leaves me so desperate and ravenous...so weak and powerless over you.
Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China. White as Dracula as I approach the bottom, desperate and ravenous...so weak and powerless over you.
"Little angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say"
Promised I would find a little solace and some peace of mind. Whatever. Just as long as I don't feel so desperate and ravenous...so weak and powerless over you.