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{What arguments have been heard, between the body and mind, all dressed up to play their parts, as they cease to know each other}

I can see it, can embrace your love
Can you hear it, it's a thousand ways
It's a silence, as a child I am
Like a violent little lonely one

So, it goes quiet
I am more than just your home
Come, so much violence
to be held down by soft clothes

So it comes down to dirty look
Written pages on bookstore book
Like a god dammed little child
I could have scolded you, but I didn't try

It's like violence, it's like violence ohhh
It's like violence, it just is born with us
It's like violence, it's like violence ohhh
It's like violence, it just is born with us

Take your coat off, put your hot hands up
There's enough warmth here to be both of us
It is wet and it's filling me with this sort of feeling that makes my knuckles twist
There's a building "thing" in an empty space
There's a picture here, but nobodies face
Just come on
No comment..(and no colour)

Nobodies face is common, is common, is common
No bodies, no bodies, no bodies...

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from The Gospel of Nothingness (V. 1), released June 16, 2016

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