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Thursday, October 23, 2003
lights out
on division street
and all the hate that rises through the cracks and pavement
as the temperature falls
(this is where it hits the ground)
lights out on Division St. I'm repeating
'Goodbye' to the memories,
the fever that wil not break.
the night is pouring down, it's not
enough to put this out.
I'll burn up before I wake up on Division St.
this is serious. this is serious.
if this is serious I'll hide my heart in dark parades.
lights out on Division St. I held you tight like an empty bottle but the glass broke and the poison spilled out of your mouth: hello hello...
Hello. Is anybody there? The house turned black and sat in silence while a mocking bird sang:
"lalalalalalalala listen to yourself go on and on and on as if you spoke to someone else...."
If this is serious I'll hide my heart in dark parades, to dance between the scissors' blades without getting cut.
I drew an X on your CITY'S NAME. LIGHTS OUT. BLACK OUT. BLOW OUT THE CANDLE AGAIN. spin the room around. fall down, pass out, get up, I can't keep repeating.
between the footsteps I hear crickets in the trees, a silent army marching through a swarm of bees. a needle dragged across a record, slowing down, along Division St the lights were dying out, endless rows of houses stretched on for miles and miles and miles...
turn the windows black. lights out. turn the windows black.
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