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we're all going to hell

we're all already there

cooking in this melting pot

that just won't stir



we're all bo'ling and cold

we're all luke warm

soaking in this waiting broth

we don't absorb



the spices are on the table

the Kill is waking up

looking for some friends

knowing it's not enough



we're all on vacation

one way ticket in hand

waving goodbye to paradise

diving..at dusk



we're all so'ling ourselves

we're all so warm

soaking in what we won't tell

and don't ask keep face



the patient is on the table

the baby water broke

holding it in, are hands

thinking it's not enough



maybe it's not what we want



this is a front page story

pushed to the back

then edited it all out

blacklisted author



the message is in the cable

it's trapped between space

passing off as thoughts

knowing it's not enough



maybe it's what we want,

but it's not what i want



you're all going to hell

i'm already there

calling on melting pot

that just won't stir