hot water bottles can't aid the coldness of my shoulder
the boldness of a boulder lies in the eyes of the beholder
that cries to people older than the lies of the moulder
who sculpted us all from road ties and enemy mortar
shells exploding, detroying the homes of hermit crabs
but the cream cleared that up; read off firmer tabs
so that we may earn her laughs, on the burner's last
legs from dancing in the heat of the flash in the pan
its the clash of the man whos personality is a scam
selling meditative powers to me through infomercials
try to enhance my rehearsals with true controversials
to spread love from ear to ear, leave the fear too near
to your bedside so your dreams are still reversed in mirrors
but this teaches you a lesson, breaching your confessions
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