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Friday, February 4, 2005
I don't know if I'm satisfied with this poem. Is it too repetitive at the beginning?
life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart
life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart
ascending to the sky we don't know why
we've got to bruise and sore the sky
ascending to the sky we don't know why
we've got to bruise and sore the sky
life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart
life is the prying, poking steel girder in your heart
this building built shall fall apart
the steel will rust the bombers'll come
support will dwindle the building tilt
the planes of death are on their way
death haunts the skies
terror blackens our blood to oil
when our towers fall we'll catch each other
in embrace
one last heave
of lost lovers
till then
let's scrape the sky dry
with our towering steelwork
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