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If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle.
What else can be said? A vision quest with infrared.
I'm at a dead end. I bled slow,
From my chest, held my breath and did my best to never let go.
I've lived a good life for never haven compromised a thing,
And if I couldn't write I'd think of other ways to optimize my living.
No wife, no kids, no anchors.
Hand over fist, I withhold this info from the bankers.
Don't know my neighbors. It didn't take a village to raise me.
Small-town mentality types think that I'm crazy.
I ain't as weird as they paint me...off color.
I'm more gutter-punk than ritzy. More glitz and glamour than others.
Motherfuckers left me lonely in this designated corner.
Had a couple walls that build upon, it made me a performer.
Now shade me from the warmer weather, save me from the slaughterhouse,
The crease between the pages where I try to hide my awful mouth.
Speak discretely to the sheets that seem to be hollow.
Punched a ladder full of holes just for my swollen feet to follow.
Support me all you want, don't let me drop a feel the land.
I'm not going to stop until God is my ceiling fan.
Spare the lamb. Save me from my former-self.
That crease between the pages is the line I crossed and lost myself.
Now this is my box. These are my walls.
This is when time stops and I'm all that there ever was.
I'm all there ever is. I'm all that there ever will be,
A freeze frame pine box soliloquy. Call me FRANCOIS!
Take what you can. Leave what you must.
'Cause you're coming with us (motherfucker, you're coming with us.)
Fill your bags with the rags that you wear and bare necessities,
Along with the dog-tags and family recipes.
Rest in peace if you arrest the pace. Move in haste.
Godspeed you black empress, get dressed...we're late!
She painted my head orange, carved my face with her tongue,
Emptied out my insides and lit the candle behind my eyes.
At the strike of twelve the midnight winter queen,
Left with my life-rival in a white limousine.
When he made her dress twirl it looked like a mushroom cloud,
Everybody ducked down except for me. That's my destiny.
He used a broken condom as a corsage.
I watched him push the rusty pin through her prom dress into her heart.
Oh, kill me already. fill me with confetti,
Crush me up and sprinkle me over their wedding and her pregnant belly.
I wasn't ready to suppress these memories,
Undress the mammaries,
Forget the family,
Streamline the enemy,
Design the penalty,
Cruel and unusual,
Commit the felony,
Unfit for prison duty,
No man's an Island...except for Island man; he's a rock star.
No man's an Island...except for Island man; he's a rock. CALL MY FANCOIS!