Perfect Day
Ground down to fine dust
words crush spirit to powder,
mixed with dynamite.
One spark lights it up,
ignites the fuse that is the
rope we dangle on.
Cut the cord and fly
into nothing. Cut the cord,
the noose we hang from.
words crush spirit to powder,
mixed with dynamite.
One spark lights it up,
ignites the fuse that is the
rope we dangle on.
Cut the cord and fly
into nothing. Cut the cord,
the noose we hang from.
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