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10.10.2003 :::
 
Los Angeles

My prophecies do not,
Come at the hands of
Foreign cheap labour
Camps. Quit giving me
A hero's status, I'm sick,
Oh so sick of taking vapid
Photographs. I'm not,
But I am sorry, for calling,
And that you're a pretty
Star, obsessed with falling.

What are you doing here,
I don't remember sending
Your invitation. This isn't
Yours you know. It's mine.
How much sleep did you
Lose, dreaming of your
New plastic life. How much
Did that smile cost, Oh
You overpaid, Hope you
Kept the receipt.

Go ahead if you want to
Slit your wrists. I won't
Be around to stop you.
We're only in town for two
Short stays, four long days,
For a bottle of something
Better to take the pain
Away. It's sure not in your
Cheers and bitter applause.

Go on and take your fucking
Pictures. They won't last as
Long as you think they will.
Quit expecting something from
Me that doens't belong to you.
It's an addiction a real addiction,
Best get off to the doctor now.

Quit telling lies, you're not my
Lawyer, quit telling lies. I'm
Not a modern cynic, or prince
For the underacheivers, I'm just
A small little man, who had a
Big voice. I didn't ask you to
Vote for me. Piece of mind,
Twenty dollars, twenty cents.
I'd rather have the money,
I made the money, it cost me
A piece of mind. Don't argue
With me, it's my show.

Graveyard rock n' roll.
It's killing me, it's killing you.
In far, fair different ways.
Takes its toll, and give
A roll, frigid buzzing,
Frigid sounds. Quit taking
Fucking pictures, I am
Invisible. Can't you see,
Can't you see, I guess you
Can. The song's almost over,
How did it make you feel?
Confused, betrayed, a
Menagerie, plethora, or
Some other synonym.
Good, take it or leave it.
I've left it on your door step.
That bastard piece of music.
Adopt it, or flush it down
The toilet. It's yours now.
Why don't you like it?
Oh that makes sense. I
Am not under your bed.
Or in your pockets. I don't
Want to make it to the next
Life. Can't you see, can't
You? Please tell me you
See this finger pointed
In the air. And know what it
Means, cause I sure as hell
Don't. And you just, you
Wouldn't have it.
No you just wouldn't
Have it any other way.

::: posted by Matthew at 5:11 PM


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