Face Unlimited Days...Daze I Want To Tell you to go Kildare...I swear I never killed her I swear I never...nevermind Time... Seconds like the wrinkles bringing age Turn the lights off, calendars hide too many pages I can not tell you How the flesh upon your face Burns into a characticure Which enlightens no one and mocks your soul Oil drawing hair, I`m so scared Of old age dementia Old age senility Flowered serenity Old timer Annihilate the articulate Kill him for his words Faster bastards I`m getting tired Of false belief, obsolete impressioned structure Please refer to the scriptures And tell me I`m wrong
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