I sewed me some love, it fit like a glove
Briefly, then slipped from my clutch
I hear it in the walls, in the rats in the corn
In the yawn of life tricking on
So I poison myself slowly and well
It's a lifestyle that's easy to sell
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Though I know what I want, my every thought
Contradicts each that I've had before
Tread hard as you like, my daydreams of ice
Care not for physic nor spite
Still I poison myself, at this I excel
I scrawl heaven on the walls of my cell
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I'll mouth out your name, I'll sound out my name
And I'll play and I'll play and I'll pray
To heaven or hell, too wired to tell
While love rings its delicate bell