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Breadbag Mansion

from Toke Signals by The Green Lung Grinders

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Dramatization
Nameless nubile auditionees
Subconsciously self-loathing
Vie for your love down on their knees

I’ve made a profession
Of being wounded by your ways
In spite of all this time
You haven’t aimed your dagger at me

But the name of the game you play hasn’t changed
Just the one of the cunt you hunt

You crush me with your desperation
You rush to show me what you haven’t yet won
Your starving jackals with your rending teeth
Divest, digest all that’s left of me

In a prophecy
We implode spectacularly
Out of necessity
But you don’t understand me

Caveat:
Not a lot to turn to
Merveilleux!
Now it’s in sight
Synchronous
Cattle to the slaughter
Sins on us
All the sons in all their daughters
All their tongues and all their psalms

Upsetting metaphors
Needles of ruthless truth
We both went overboard
Fashioned a raft not built for two
And now you’ve run ashore
Jettisoned your cement shoes
Won’t hear me screaming anymore
I just brought out the worst in you

Your wet-lashed eyes grow crystalline
Your acid tongue erodes my spine
I lose my grip on all my lines
Your fingertips unfurl from mine

Relaxed, peaceful
Relapse, remorse
Aghast, why now?
I guess I know

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from Toke Signals, released March 11, 2017

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