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fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

start threading the noose

i’m leaving today, you know

new york fucking sucks

banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

i wake up gently

it’s such a beautiful day

i feel very ill

the plane dips and rocks

the vast desert beneath us

how did i get here?

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

a huge chimera

part wolf, part wasp, part human

i’ve named him Eric

it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..

completely naked

but for top hat and goggles

i dress to impress

i can keep cleaning

but the mould will always win

it will outlive me

map the universe

calculate every outcome

never live a day

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