i feel a scream forming in my throat
like some long forgotten chimney all gummed up with creosote
and if someone tries to warm themselves with a newly burning glow
i think i will explode
this love i feel just won't stop
like the mushrooms on the forest floor that makes the dead things rot
my heart pushes against my ribs on a feeble growing stalk
i think my lungs are gonna pop
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there will be murder and bloodshed
there will be flowers and sunsets
there will be forgiveness for all our debts
there will be railway spikes drive through my head
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i feel a paint throbbing in my core
like the rhythm of the ocean along a northern rocky shore
it's the flood waters lapping and pounding at my door
i can't take it anymore
like the angels in the attic all drunk on holy wine
like the veteran in kansas lost his legs to a mine
like the tear gas constricting your breath and mine
i have to believe we will one day be alright
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