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I lost my mind a while ago
I left it behind in a cave
No room for a mind in me
Too full, thanks
Stuffed with a mess of prey
And what I couldn't eat is
Splattered on my clean denim thighs
Blood on my nice white chest
Where the soul nestles
New as baby mice
Already crushed
Poor little sods
By the cackling parade
Of ghosts, heavy staring eyes
Why are dead eyes so wide?
Why do dead hands hold so hard?
Such stiff thick fingers.
And the talk ? I'm at the water cooler
With all the best corpses
They whisper about the parties I threw
The bodies I broke
The monster I was
Round and round the conversation goes
Where it stops, nobody knows
I'm at the fair, strapped to a wheel
Making new slashed wounds
Soon as the old ones heal
I left it behind in a cave
No room for a mind in me
Too full, thanks
Stuffed with a mess of prey
And what I couldn't eat is
Splattered on my clean denim thighs
Blood on my nice white chest
Where the soul nestles
New as baby mice
Already crushed
Poor little sods
By the cackling parade
Of ghosts, heavy staring eyes
Why are dead eyes so wide?
Why do dead hands hold so hard?
Such stiff thick fingers.
And the talk ? I'm at the water cooler
With all the best corpses
They whisper about the parties I threw
The bodies I broke
The monster I was
Round and round the conversation goes
Where it stops, nobody knows
I'm at the fair, strapped to a wheel
Making new slashed wounds
Soon as the old ones heal
