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The Nerve

 

I think of all the pain yet unsuffered

And I can’t, I can’t breathe

The lies untold, the lies undiscovered

The secrets underneath

I fear that sorrow will come while I sleep

While I’m not there to fight it

I’ll wake tomorrow and there it will sit

By my bed uninvited

 

I’m calling on the Devil and his hounds

There is not near enough spit in my mouth

To hate you like you deserve

I’d make your blood come out in fountains

And your voice in agony sounds

If only I had the nerve

 

As I rise up erect

To shield and protect

The fragile inner creature

You’re trying to dissect

 

I can feel her, the whore

Climbing up from my core

I hear vultures where fairies had chanted

And chanted before

 

Don’t look so pleased

You think you’ll be missed

That you will be remembered?

That you’ll exist

Long after you’re dead

Like an insect in amber?

For not one minute

After you’re gone

And your body lays rotten

I’ll dance and sing

On the top of the world

And again on the bottom

 

I’m calling on the Devil and his hounds

There is not near enough spit in my mouth

To hate you like you deserve

I’d make your blood come out in fountains

And your voice in agony sounds

If only I had the nerve

 

I can feel her, the whore

Climbing up from my core

I hear vultures where fairies had chanted

And chanted before