Three Lyrics

When the pen's left dry

Your visa card expired

A sympathetic witness with a kindly disposition won't save you all!

I read it in the magazine that nothing else will change!

Shut your face! shut your face!

Backtrack markings, modern dates.

Figure 8s, falling suns

Cutting pasting local rapes

I have grace

Fuck that grace!

You're the artist, not the slave!

Murder can be law

But don't forget the hype

The endless reels of numbers

A syncopatic now asphysiated common logic won't save you all!
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I read it in the magazine that nothing else will change!

I have grace

Fuck that grace!

You're the artist, not the slave!

Shut your face! shut your face!

I have grace

Fuck that grace!

You're the artist, not the slave!

Murder can be law

It all occured to me

The ease of being this free

Close your eyes

Become blind

Leave or wait

Your heart awakes!