Confide inside
Tap your knuckles to the stellar truths at midday timeCaffene chuckles that the mellow choose. Commit a crime.
Spend your fuck-yous very well
Cause truth and love aren't theirs to sell.
Your last bill takes frigthened flight to hell.
This outcast paints the human rights
And damn, de does it well.
Tap your knuckles baby
Because rhythm is ours.
Save these midtime hours
Cause that what hell devours.
Slide beneath the laserbeams that keep our loves in sleep.
Confide inside the lonely pride that keeps outlaws alive.
Peep inside the key hole and see the things the sea stole
Never sleep, warn the others and celebrate each seeing mole.
Tap your knuckles to your temples baby
And let's worship the gods inside.
Confide inside the secret pride
That kept these godesses alive.
Tap these knuckles to the rhythm of the truth, baby.
Love each other wakerpullerneversleepersecretkeyholepeeper.
Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-05-26 at 22:08
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