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Shadows mimick your every move
Television eyes, suckers glued
Trapped behind media pundits
Their lips and tongue caught in crossfire

He knows the floor board stories
Squeaking honestly, echoing
'Cause your eggshell tip toe steps
Are a fault for the reckoning

Paper snowflake hearts
Cut into rows of metaphorical bliss
The two of us on the edge
Holes ripped through a kiss

I know a lie can scratch the surface
Or it can tear the soul of God apart
Maybe you should try again
Maybe we can go back to the start

Faces blank in a serotonin sea
Jumpy wires of conciousness
And slow, inevitable disease
Mental, metaphysical, or just sexual heat

Quick, slice the fiber in my head
The one linking the source being fed
I don't know where the remote was left
Flicker flick, the station is dead