Thought Industry Blistered Text And Bleeding Pens lyrics

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Blistered Text And Bleeding Pens by Thought Industry Blistered Text And Bleeding Pens lyrics In life I'm skin stretched to form my body. With life We can hope to grow old alone. In life all is well. Strapped empty to a placid dream. In the fields is where I belong. Blistered text and bleeding pens. In life we are one. Extensions of each other. With life We can find that death is on the outside, in life all is Well, left dancing a laughing tree. In the hills is where I Belong. Blistered text and bleeding pens. Venice please will you hide my face and change my Eyes. Friends aren't friends. They look to themselves. Their advice is wrong. Selfish. Blatant. On the Bridge of Sighs a piece of bleeding art. Mold me still with plaster Joints and a pompous grin. I shall die within my song. Your life for my life. Your life for my life. Your life for my life. Your life for my life. The Rialto. Buy here, sell there. I see a face. Carletta. The Rialto. Thieves and lovers, mimes and jugglers, Read me poems from Venetia. Of tired men with hearts Of gold. Of the whore without a neck. So the palace Guards could not take her head. Dead. My. Head. In pools we swirl beyond the point of transition. All Must try. All must fail. The Renaissance Ants crawl deep in her mouth, Yea. Across her breasts and within her thighs. Christ has Known these thighs before. The Ants of Enlightenment Have her moaning to their cause. She chews on the Ants still trapped in her teeth. Christ has known this Mouth before. At the Grand Canal Carletta cries. The gondolier Says, "Wipe your face, whore". I just laugh, now looking Down. The gondola's a paper swan. Pulp. On the mezzanine I watch the old man scream. Like Cats ripping doves apart wing by wing. Violins, Tangerines, and one glass eye. I love Carletta and with That I sigh. Who wins? Who wins you? Forgive? Forgive. I could Not choose; and both poets lose. We lose.


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