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Dying Should Come Easy: Like A Freight Train You Don't Hear When Your Back Is Turned.

Alone With Everybody The Flesh Covers The Bone And They Put A Mind In There And Sometimes A Soul, And The Women Break Vases Against The Walls And Them Men Drink Too Much And Nobody Finds The One But They Keep Looking Crawling In And Out Of Beds. Flesh Covers The Bone And The Flesh Searches For More Than Flesh. There's No Chance At All: We Are All Trapped By A Singular Fate. Nobody Ever Finds The One. The City Dumps Fill The Junkyards Fill The Madhouses Fill The Hospitals Fill The Graveyards Fill Nothing Else Fills.

When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn’t Have You By The Throat.

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

I Have Loved You Woman As Surely As I Have Named You Rust And Sand And Nylon.