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acetylsalicylic: Lots and lots of people going for the fast fix Streaming in the analgesic swimming in the benzene opiates in scads Magic tape their mouths shut Dress them up in one-armed suits "Don't you want a fast fix?" just a little pin prick They keep talking static talking bullets diagnosis hangman "yes I'll take a fast fix" Please stop talking static If they say it fast enough pretending not to notice how shallow and desperate for meaning they've become Breathing intravenously I struggle with the odor of a million people tightly wrapped in lies So yes, I'll take it. Give me analgesic. Pump me full of nerve kill, bury me in black fog, remember me in song. Coliseum death match singing in my front lobe Somewhere in my head I'm worth a damn worth a pin prick Tap me out I'm worth much Bleed out all the nonesuch radio a walky talk "Playing all the hot shit" Yellow teeth rattle in the hip pockets of grinning success stories, coping with own bullet-speak Marlowe marlowe "wherefore art thou JoJo?" All the water washes straight on past the pill a gaggy spluttered fibrillation gimme gimme buzz kill So yes, I'll take it: give me analgesic. Pump me full of buzz kill, bury me in black fog, remember me alive. (REFRAIN: Everything I touch it turns to shit turns to shit Everything I touch turns to shit shit shit) Nick ::: 4:57 PM ::: 0 comments 0 Comments: |