here are the cumbersome dreams of a silly girl
the fanatic life of a surreal need
the beautiful and tragic longings of hands who never hold
a woman who in her youth grew old
love the only, and only the lie
pretty and light she ever she trys
amazing she is, yet always hidden and blue
the fun loving depression that consumes even you
exploring the way that she can no more go
holding back the group with her ever in woe
eyes that cut like diamonds in the night
smile and trial the nightingales might
and ever if she had happiness, she would....
loose all the sadness and be understood
but standing alone her humiliation is true, you never could love someone so blue.
america sadness lunatic dinosaur monster disappear love abandonment tactic poke order anarchy watching snooping ripped
the america of your dreams she said
looking sadness in the eyes...
the lunatic of hope she fed,
dinosaur gear and twine she hid,
what monster hides under your bed?
disappear the greed, the hunger, the addictions...
love the veins so paper thin they snap.
abandonment of children and lovers, for that last hit...
that tacit of patriotic freedom.
poke it over and over as it festers.
order a new day done,
only anarchy can free us now,
watching.....
waiting and snooping....
as that america, was ripped from you replaced with needles.
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