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“Before the Click”
I have lost myself
Somewhere sheltered in disdain
Is the remnants of a person
Human, it could have been.
Innocent, it never was.
And I look around... [There's nothing left..]
And I check the cylinder. [...for anyone to love]
Opening my mouth, [Sorry for the mess..]
And closing my eyes...
Childhood fantasies
Laced with strychnine candy
And jabs at the ego.
Mortally wounded by playground bigotry
Socially distressed, needing empty space
To fill with the empty threats
Kids have to give it.
And the parents cry,
In the wake of the passing
Of their dirt-maven.
My aching wails of torture
Are useless to this end.
Let my memory fade faster
Than your society's intelligence.
So I may fade
In the blink of an...
And I look around... [There's nothing left..]
And I check the cylinder. [...for anyone to love.]
Opening my mouth, [Sorry for the mess..]
And closing my eyes...
And I look around... [There's nothing left..]
And I check the cylinder. [...for anyone to love]
Opening my mouth, [Sorry for the mess..]
And closing my eyes...
And I look around... [There's nothing left..]
And I check the cylinder. [...for anyone to love]
Opening my mouth, [Sorry for the mess..]
And closing my eyes...
(gunshot; track abruptly ends)