At The Drive In - Invalid Litter Dept |
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Invalid Litter Dept
At The Drive In intravenously polite it was the walkiethese shoes gripped on the ballroom floor that had knocked the pins down in the silhouette of dying dancing on the corpses ashes yeah, they had plans for him corduroy, satin nailed jewellery lips they had spun the last of the pimps dancing on the corpses ashes while the guillotine laughed again and paramedics fell into the wound like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant an anesthetic penance beneath the hail of the contraband dancing on the corpses ashes nails broke and fell on my way into the wishing well defected, excommunicated all pulses subverted they made sure the obituaries dancing on the corpses ashes showed pictures of smoke stacks a vivid dissection that mocked the strut of vivisection semiand a silencing that still walks the streets dancing on the corpses ashes in the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews the federales perform dancing on the corpses ashes their custodial customs well on my way nails broke and fell wishing well into the callous heels numbed in travel endless maps made by their scalpels on my way nails broke and fell into the wishing well |
