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Conversation

03/11/00

 

 

How does it feel to be left behind?

Sitting all alone slowly loosing your mind.

Well there’s Super Unknown Celestial Forces

That are riding by on their Fancy White Horses.

There’s a chair that’s still rocking, but there’s no one in it.

And I’m still wondering, who murdered little Miss Bennett?

It’s a silent night, it’s a deadly night.

Will the American’s win this fight?

She’s disease ridden and crippled by cancer.

That little girl will never be a dancer.

There’s dreams that keep coming, but are never true.

Did you ever think she would do that to you?

You like the drug that supports thee.

I like the thoughts that thrill me.

 

There’s still more to come so keep on reading.

I’ll watch your expressions as your heart speeds its beating.

 

Sometimes there’s angels’ that are flying all around.

But as soon as I start seeing they turn to dust on the ground.

Maybe she is a stripper and a pyromaniac.

But who ever told him he could attack?

Like stars in the sky that keep falling by,

I’m penetrating, trying to be sly, and don’t ever hesitate to ask me why.

 

It’s time for a break.

What do you think?

Yeah, me too!

How about another drink?

Oh, you’ve had enough?

So I guess you’ll be leaving?

Hold on one minute while I finish heaving.

Well, come by again and we can talk.

Next time I’ll be sure to have a full stock!