Saturday, November 17, 2007

thrill of the syanide pill
break it open, save the bottle
go away from here, go away
sonar sounds should make dead the waves
blip; another one goes down
blip; back up he comes
blip; now he's on fire
blip; now he's burning under the water
and the fire has gills to breath
to extract the sweet sweet oxygen of life
go away fire
go away oxygen
go away life

come on in jesus
let me fix yr robe
let me clean yr feet
let me bring you olives
let me bring you falafel
let me embrace you with your god given electric embrace
make me ten years younger
pour on my yr oil of anointment
i am finally free
i am finally free
i am finally free
i am finally free
and i'm rotting but i don't care
my body is decomposing
but everything's all right now
everything's all right

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