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Beasts

Max Raptor
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It's now 6 a.m. Still awake with an open can It's not his fact that he's out of time It's more the fact that he's wasted mine... It's now 6 a.m. Still awake with an open can It's not his fact that he's out of time It's more the fact that he's wasted mine... He said, it's not my fault I find myself in a big black hole He bears the brunt of a private joke Fellow workers with a hidden agenda I thought of something else Watching from a plane And I was able to Watch them shouting Are you learning? Bang bang! Is the sound of the windows Hold up! As the winds pass through Tap tap They're the cheap imitations ripping out the best of you Hold still With a knife in the kitchen Stand up! 'Cause you're almost dead Breathe in! All the hands are surrounding cutting of your daily threads. (...) Television's on A dust collection by the telephone Lacking movement in his final place I have decided I might pick up a phone and call him Young inventions son Not a show, more arresting place About his former life and homely base And the way his younger life is back to haunt him. And think of something else Discard the private jokes And now your able to Get a photo This is memory Bang bang! Is the sound of the windows Hold up! As the winds pass through Tap tap They're the cheap imitations ripping out the best of you Hold still! With a knife in the kitchen Stand up! 'Cause you're almost dead Breathe in! All the hands are surrounding cutting of your daily threads. Open doors are always good We lock the doors and seal them Shut! (...) And his former self On the chalky screen Looks unable to Hold this memory Bang bang! Is the sound of the windows Hold up! As the winds pass through Tap tap! Cheap imitations ripping out the best of you Hold still! Is the sound of the windows Stand up! As the winds pass through Breathe in! They're the cheap imitations ripping out the best of you Bang bang! With a knife in the kitchen Hold up! 'Cause you're almost dead Tap tap All the hands are surrounding cutting of your daily threads.