101 by Ohgr
Feeling like I am out of touch
Twisted icy hands detach
Seeing through this sad jigsaw
Stitch-work cancer working through
Every saying has its day
Every plaything goes away
Eyes excuse words to abuse
It's seeing through what's safe to say
Fascination with the truth
Doesn't get much closer to
Those things come in very clear
Witch head corset disappear
Every stasis finds the truth
Every detail has its word
Lies surrounding mounds of lies
The stinking piles of underlines
Who do I have to fuck?
I don't know (x4)
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