Imaginaries (The)
Bag-O-Bones
On a cold, dead beach in San AntonioLoveless lawn chairs lie listlesslyLooking through seashells Into the ears of countless curious childrenWhen you're a federal manWith municipal womanThe feet become dumb, deaf, blind, and loadedWhen you've likened life To a piece of stringThen you're ready to liveThe brain is drained of bloodSickly smells emergeI'm a bag o' bonesTouching a dragon's scalesWhen you live inside the mind of an engineerThe head becomes faint, and you slowly can't hearWhen you've likened death To a parking lotThen you're ready to dieInside a wooden stone mountainI eruptLooking through seashells Into the ears of countless curious children
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