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Hook on This

de These Arms Are Snakes

Riding midnight rails on a self esteemed engine
Tapping hopelessly on plastic keys
A bottle of friendly next to me
And it never gets done, it never gets done

The midnight oil tapped clear
Lobotomy in action
Hitting walls at the turn of my head
It's a quail's call echoing in the head

The fingers move small emotion
Like ligaments strung out, taught like string
The fingers move small emotion
Like ligaments strung out, taught like string

Limp like dead fish
Trying to find water to breathe
Overworn and confused

Reaching in air for words I'd hoped to appear
Was put in the system last night, smelling up the skin
It's open like deep skies

I need lift in my head, hours in a day
I want to hide behind the dresses of women I've never met
I need lift in my head, I need more hours in a day

It works well this way
This machine like function
Eyes swollen half shut

It works well this way
Looking into walls
Fishing for humans in a moat

It never gets done
With this it never gets done

It's open like deep skies
It's open like deep skies
Falling on pillars of demon gods
Falling on pillars of demon gods

Sometimes the hand just falls on the Book of God
Clenching your teeth hoping He'd finally give a nod
Save me, please
Save me, please

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