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It took me back

& bent me out

Nights of fever

$ wrangling the fox

In masks of blood

We drink the moon

In masks of blood

We share our wounds

Dread & Day & Dusk

3 men in a tub

Commingling, scheming together

The stars made their deals

& shook hands in dark

As we locked eyes over spires of spirits

We left our litter behind

Its always a bubble

Cast up by the Imp

Hands Rubbing...

Setting sail on a ship in a bottle

The last year has been tremendously insane

Sucked into the darkness like a moth drawn into flame

Consuming only liquids, poison flows throughout my veins

Plagued by thoughts of stagnancy, imprisoned in my brain

You could say this is my 1/4 life crisis

Trying to leave a track behind but all I leave is light skids

Analyzing circumstance I'll cut it up in slices

I've been bad so long I think that I forgot what nice is

wherever we went there was fire

Constructing white lies by using verbal spices

The longing lies deep

in ancestral gene splices

sometimes I think that's what life is...

A series of torture devices

and jars with tight lids

On a planet full of lost kids

Spending their last dime on a sack full of shit lies

Setting sail on a ship in a bottle

On the mantle of the trickster god

We never cease to piss out those flames

$ writhe in the ashes...