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letra de acrobatics - glassbooks

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mother please
i’m so sick of infanticide
why can’t we go to the seaside?
like the other kids do, the ones in the cartoons

well son
they’re coloured differently to us
their blood is the colour of rust
keep your nerves of steel we’re not here to feel

my heart’s been pumping out pinb-lls
like life’s a tilted flatland game
high scores grab hold of the flow of
vilifying iron in my veins
yes son, flatten out those capillaries
and let the needlеs do the talking
the
cannibals
clockwork wh0res
standardizеd our bleeding timetables

my tightened wristw-tch cries it doesn’t
like the sound of running blood
time takes its toll on no one
and we’re more than a big bag of red stuff

son, stop for a sec, there’s only 24 hours in the day
which day?
no
that’s every day, you f-cking idiot

well isn’t that boring, don’t chew your cheek
kid, it’s the rich who can dream, the poor have to do it in their sleep

i’m just an acrobat looking for a beam
or perhaps i’m a pole dancer daring to dream
of the circus
i’m just an acrobat looking for a beam
or perhaps i’m a pole dancer daring to dream
of the circus

i’m just an acrobat and i’m looking for a beam
i don’t know where i’m going and i don’t know where i’ve been
in the circus, in the circus
the
cannibals
clockwork wh0res
standardized our bleeding timetables

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