Their after me lucky charms!
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METRONOMEI want to break the things that seek to controlI want to live my life withNo rules at allI want to smash theLips that smile down on meI want to rip and teer until I am freeSteady, keep it, steadyMETRONOMEI want to touch the places lost deep insideI want to see the ugly faces that hideI want to mach down to the end of what's thereI went to strip the surface till all is bareSteady, keep it, steadyMETRONOMEI want to jump out of my skin and be freeI want to kill the little thing that is meI want to laugh and giggle, I want to screamI want to wake up from this life crushing dreamI want to wash my body bare in the streamI want to liberate this human machineI want to spit and grovel I want to shitI want to make you wonder what is it?What is it?You know one thing that I think attracts peopleTo a steady beat, to a steady beat, is the certaintyOf where it will be, of where it will be, in the nextMoment, its inevitability with no variation, theComfort and security of knowing what and who youare, you hear that beat, you hear that beat, it'sBeating on you, it's beating on me, you hear that beat,You hear that beat, it's beating on you, it'sBeating on you.
Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup, and one of those big long cigarettes You asked me if I could play you some Dylan I said “Dylan who?†you told me to kiss your ass I apologized, but you could tell I didn’t mean it by the way I rolled my eyes and when you said it wasn’t me it was you somehow I knew you were gonna tell me whyStuff was flying out of the window falling and breaking on the pavement underneath He’s screaming at you, red faced and fuming He’d come home early, parked his car way up the street You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse it was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard him calling you a whore and a tramp you just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet groundHe got a lawyer, you got a bottle He got the children and you moved in with your mama She fixes breakfast and lets you use her car she don’t care how late you call to tell her where you are Ya’ll still fight and she still nags you some but somehow it’s different now than when you were young It’s your own damn fault you been threw hell for one reason or another, somehow she kinda blames herself
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