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letra de the ticket that exploded - vacant lights

the ticket that exploded lyrics
here we go with fallopian fiddler fake
captain dreamer of the ss wide awake
sheds his skin and bleeds crimson l-st
c-ckslaps his jaw and reduces it to dust
useless as c-nt bottles and electric shrooms
the boy who cranked a car to suck the fumes
his gossamer descent to drown in the muck
to weave a purple organ and learn to f-ck
a din of phrases and coiling smoke
to savor the words that will make him choke
on a trundle of knives he sleeps on his side
scrying a prism for his silver suicide
a foul burden to cravenly dodge
toes growing colder in the fire of this lodge
with cancelled eyes he clutches a sphere
that seals the cacophony of screams i still hear

pr-cktease promenade: the lies we applaud
sleepers not yet stirred: silence can be heard
perennial perdition: soliloquies wafer-thin
stars burst at the seams: i never dream
i don’t know my carcass from my bed. i don’t know my ass from my elbow. i don’t know sh-t from f-ck. i don’t know grey from black, i don’t know shadow from shame, i don’t know rise from regret, i don’t know thought from terror, i don’t know bliss from blackmail. you don’t know me from indifference. you don’t know me from anyone

a short likeness like images on a screen
are the tendrils and spirals of this machine
a symptom of a gouge now rendered dull
much like the sounds inside of his skull
a row of failures like a broken shrine
spreading the rot round the rings of his spine
he clings to the words of this bitter verse
like walking to a river to die of a thirst
concave and empty like hollowed bones
is the corpse to which our soul has been sown
tracing the solace which has been deprived
sallow somnolent, not even half alive
a halcyon illusion you can barely trust
erstwhile hope is now brimming with pus
hang from his neck so he no longer stands
with a brain that sh-ts in his open hands
pr-cktease promenade: the lies that we applaud
sleepers not yet stirred: a silence that can be heard
perennial perdition: soliloquies wafer-thin
stars burst at the seams: i never dream
we’ll let him slurp sh-t from shelter. we’ll let him sing from a ravaged vein. we’ll make him drink ’til he’s ready to burst, we’ll make him tie his hands behind his back, and we’ll make him p-ss on his own sheets, we’ll make him count to c-nt, while we say: all is well. and we insist: everything will be alright

- vacant lights

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