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If you sit there and think
Who am I?
How did I get here?
What is going to happen when I die?
You can scare the hell out of yourself
For all our science and philosophy
Nobody actually knows what happens
After the last gasp
Where we go, or what we become
After the last gasp
All of a sudden I find myself hurtling through space
With only the taste of lips as evidence that I once
Battled against your chronic indifference
When we couldn't go the distance I was left crippled
Dead, sure of the outcome
You lose some, you get thrashed in some
The bruises became uniform
The leather belt worn
I struggled to think of a beastlier beast
Than the beast you became upon crossing swords
With the use of stimulants
Driven only by the herculean desire to fill your body
With anything which helps you forget
That it's a body in the first place
Haunted by the uncontrollable urge to have sex
For which I sometimes fear the only cure is castration
Or murder
But you are still my colditz
I still your truck-stop whore
If this is it, if this is all there is
I don't wanna play no more
Beneath the searing bookend
Of the earth's reptilious skin
You painted a picasso, gored,
The rocks below soften our fall
We take no prisoners, leave nothing, only ghosts
Creeping down the silk road
From the third world to the fucked-up world
Kill everything that moves
Yes I was a fool, yes you were a fool
But who can name the penny
That has not been in the pocket of a fool

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