You see, that's the way the
world is
Not a lot you can do about it
Except to accept
There was a
time I thought about it
Plenty of time I thought
about it
Then decided not to
Here in the hole; I'm
surrounded by fools
Degenerates and phonies
I
suffer a constant
bombardment of nonesence
from all sides
When central
control rendered me (?) to
requirements
My imprinters
relocated to the ruins of
Paris, where I regenerate
My
new face accepting me
immediately without the
usual problems
I operate a
program of self denial
Yet
languish in polymorphous
perversity as is my want
Each day, although I believe
I'm free;
Something pulls me
back into a past made real
only by their understanding
And all the while the calls come in, and keep coming in
(and keep coming
And keep
coming...)
And still;
I'm
hunted for my flesh
I'm
hounded for my beauty
In a
world turned on it's head
I
steady myself, ready to enter
(ready to enter)
They believe
I know everything, but if my
master's memory serves me
well
In fact I know nothing
And so they will find me;
And in the middle of a cold
afternoon, they will ask:
"What is it exactly that you
know?" (exactly exactly
exactly...)
And then, they
will take me outside
And
they will kill me
That much I
do know
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