Friday, 15 July 2011

Soul Chip

I felt my soul attempt to flee
Through frieghtened skin and fly alone
It shoved up hard
With wings of western steel
And cranked it's tiny micro joints
Inside, no charge or blazing torch
Just bent electric music plays
Beat quick you fake confusing fuck
I'm nothing more than flesh and fone


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