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Look At Me When I Talk
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He'll talk in prose for the sake of ten seconds,
do I look like I am drawn with four fingers?
This Is What Ignorance Does when they're rejuvenated,
I'll think about what to say on the way so that you'll
Look At Me When I Talk without filler.
'True and clear Snowflake,
you're right I'm not a victim,
now please excuse my anger!'
But now that we're standing face to face,
I'm in the right hands, I can feel it over.
Wash my hands until they break and
repeat again & again for excuse to write a letter,
cause there's no better friend than blood that bursts pleasure,
did I forget to mention?
you never listen the first time
to the best comebacks from a clip on the wrist,
and in your right hand is a piece of solder.
Were you expecting a bigger reaction?
Do you want me to pray for you and say you'll get better?
Does God like killing as much as others,
or is it a challenge you meet when you fall through a ladder?
It's always nice to connect on two fronts,
but you don't know anything about me,
cause I can't get a word in edgeways,
and you won't stop talking.
Biding my time I stare at The Wall,
Look At Me When I Talk,
I know you won't remember.
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My head is soaked,
harden the sponge for killing
the bane of your issue.
Put Your Hands Up Against The Wall,
and show me what for.
With your head on the floor,
'this charting says no other,
take out the vented hatred on you'
with your Hands Up Against The Wall,
showing me what's sold on the floor.
The Leading Lady has this in hand,
only pray for yourself.
In the flakes of chasms,
bringing troughs to the third ear,
in the threading below.
You can take olive hands,
and paint them in the grass,
swap a drink for a gun in my hand,
oh how I love to make an entrance!
Left with your back broke,
I'm jealous of the attention,
let's go on television
so you can Put Your Hands Up Against The Wall,
to be played the right way.
Your cheeks swell touching the dealer's hands,
look into his eyes when he talks
to see your teddy revert to type in a pink dress,
this is only for yourself.
You can take Violet hands,
and border collie in with the pack.
It was only when you boarded and looked back
to see the tears all down the train carriage,
see a tyrant of this singularity,
in a one sided view of mercy,
he says 'If I was a conglomerate,
I'd wash my whites separate'.
And If you can't find God,
torn babies fight to show you worth in controllers
when you have Your Hands Up Against The Wall,
you've shown them what they were looking for,
and now they feel guilt.
Give me your hands,
and with our palms together
we face the figures we made,
with our hands together Against The Wall
showing them what for.
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