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We can’t bring you your salvation
We’re just puppets liberating
Touching, feeling, seeming, dreaming
Bite the breast from which you’re feeding
We can’t write the words to heal you
We’ll just write the words to kill you
Cut yourself in circumcision
Play us on your television
The lamplight is marmalade
My eye-sockets are oiled
A boy who cries for a loving touch
Is now a boy well spoiled
Want you touch
Want you to feel
Want you to say
Want you touch
Want you to feel
Want you to say
Once upon a time of futures lost
A present gifts itself
At sixty frames per second
Just use it like a netflix subscription
We can’t bring you your salvation
We’re just puppets liberating
Touching, feeling, seeming, dreaming
Bite the breast from which you’re feeding
We can’t write the words to heal you
We’ll just write the words to kill you
Cut yourself in circumcision
Play us on your television
Want you touch
(Come, my friends)
Want you to feel
(Juice my head)
Want you to say
(My spinal fluid stains the duvet)
Want you touch
(Cut the night)
Want you to feel
(Butterknife)
Want you to say
(Like her hips when it gets groovy)
Her fingertips in all their beauty
Ever-after 'neath moonshine
Le petit mort, serotonin's grip
I have committed…
Health and safety suicide
