Brainfood
I juggle time bombs with pillows
above shards of glass,
And listen to heavy metal as I pray to my God.
Somehow my life compares to no one,
Yet I see myself in him and her and them.
Your little mind, staring off into the distance
Craving more.
Feed me, feed me.
A steak on a string in front of pit bulls on treadmills.
Get off and walk around.
above shards of glass,
And listen to heavy metal as I pray to my God.
Somehow my life compares to no one,
Yet I see myself in him and her and them.
Your little mind, staring off into the distance
Craving more.
Feed me, feed me.
A steak on a string in front of pit bulls on treadmills.
Get off and walk around.
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