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Boy Without God
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Holy Holy Little Fist
Burden me with white coats, twist apart my fingers into symphonies or wild oats single single single to the end of earth and cutlery, tools made out of birds and iron sawing at the wide world, tearing at the holy mother
We are fields of wise goats defecating joyfully we prick our fingers with our souls, endless endless endless are we are fields of wise goats celebrating joylessly we scream until we fill the holes. endless endless endless we are not we are not
the humiliation of never knowing the pleading eyes the phony longing he says 'okay okay to the ocean but I will never drown with you'
celebrate your cellophane the masquerade through windowpanes or eyes that churn so quietly endure endure the agony I know fate is a lead coat weighin weighin weighin on our silky ties and dead bolts all our exoskeletons I know fate is lead, molten, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com pouring pouring pouring into forms we cannot understand guided by our own two hands jesus and the lord god holy holy little fist holy holy little fist holy holy little fist
well I know fate is a telescope a trick to take our eyes from us and drop them on the moonscapes flaccid flaccid evermore I know fate is a dead horse it's snowing in the desert tonight I wanna die young, by my own design because
the humiliation of never knowing the crying child, the woman yawning the icy cold ejaculation bought for words of consolation
he says 'I am not an animal I am not an animal I am not an animal I am not an animal etc etc etc
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