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! 

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!Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com