Sunday, March 27, 2005

Work to Win- by: unknown forgotten

There was a block of wind that came in formation
It blew me anglewise
I huddled in the rain in subordination
and violently cursed the skies

Quite a taste of dirt when you're eating it
I'm soaked to the bones and living it
Like swimming in a pool of freezing water
Buried in the snow to keep warm

Such is dogs, filthy long hair dogs
I'm breaking out in a fever drawn cold sweat
Sleep with the window open and wake up in fog
After love dreams and morbid dreams that help me repent

Sink, sink, sink
Into the nearest object to you
Lean hard and you'll melt
Press hard and don't blink
Melt into a mutant ooze
Forget everything you've ever felt

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