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flowing out via pins and needles
little by little found a way to suck you dry
can't hear a reason from dome or steeple to let one leave alive
breathing out inhaled placebos
proxies and opiates you call yourself alive
can't put a finger on a thought or detail as each one takes a dive
let the skinny kid pen up an anthem
(a forced response: inane repeats)
let him tell me all that i want to hear
(punch in punch out ersatz defeats)
let me dream about the lives of the handsome
i can see that we're surrounded from here
with a sitcom IV at your fingertips
the sting of the lash will fade away