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Dream - Machine
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Wednesday, 20th September 2006 @ 03:21:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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I shot a robot
It bleeds oil black
Complete a found attack
Sputter, gutter, mechanic clutter
Make me God! I want to feel the beeps and clings turn to selfless sufferings
Hate the fate
Believe it true
It’s nothing new
Dying, lying, crucifying
Hey, make me you! I want biblical scripture turned to battery liquid mixture
And total chaos would be love
It’d frighten you in everything you ever believed true
It’d expel you, derail you, and leave you off the path battered at the side
You’d be left to hide, left to mutter, grumble incoherently about how great it all is
How you two just sit at home and talk for hours about life while you feel the wrinkles on your face straightening, dusting, you’re dusting, you’re an antique, welcome to the photo album take your place next to Aunt Deb and the party guess yet unnamed,
You can love the dream or love the machine but you can’t machine the dream or dream up machines.
I shot the robot
Hate the fate
It bleeds oil black
Believe it true
Complete a found attack
It’s nothing new
Sputter, gutter, mechanic clutter
Dying, lying, crucifying
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
... [
2006-09-20 03:21:18] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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