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The Inverted World
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Killed a good friend today
Bruised mustard skin
Won't peel away
And the landscape
Spits a storm
I scatter teeth like grain
While with the apathy of birds
Striker binds the girls
Mr Sand predicts a storm
Anticipates a hurricane
As I stare at the wall
The future falls away
And words with horror crawl out through
The circle of your grin
A dark blue
And the plastic iron of my arm
Is seizing up
Reveals a white scar
I'd love to see you again
But there's no gurantee
Of anything
Cross the river, cross the sea
Cross my heart
And hope to bleed
Oh and words with horror crawl out through
The circle of your grin
A black blue
And as Striker bends them to his will
And goes in softly for the kill
And leaves the dried out tongues unheard
Scan the ridge
And see the struts
Folding outwards
"Play the game, but don’t believe in it – that much you owe yourself…"
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Adjusts their errant curls
And winks at me
But I don't think that
I can swim much further
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
The landscape simply whirls
In the inverted world
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