wounded in a corner, you sit
crumpled on the floor, you sit
slumped at the bar, you sit
falling through a door
into another country
and sending all the messages home
what will become of your soul?
where will it fly to now?
go through your inventory
let your anger roar
jealousy, lust, and fear
we've seen it all before
tick, tick, tick
the source of your fear, in here
a stack of curled bones, in here
a bundle of nerves, in here
sending out runners
to the ends of your senses
and sending all the messages home
what will become of your soul?
where will it fly to now?
you want me now
to come to the rescue
the jaws of life opening
wide to extricate you
tick, tick, tick
extricate your soul
from the wreck of your heart?
as if ever the two
could be teased apart!
could be teased apart!
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