Feed
By Kiah
Turn back the clock, doc.Burn off the rock, walk.Spurn and turn the lock.Forget the days so hotHere I am to love all.Here I am up above all.Here I am now watch me fall.Smear hands down my skull.Sheer wares of old pop-stars.Fear bears down on a rock star.Earn all the hate and wicked burden.Churn the mess when I get a word in.Did you hear them just them?Stop, wait, really, lets begin again.Shock, tick–tick, tock.Knock the days into this clock.Watch the dead counting birds.Talk sense out of all mixed words.Consume what I give.Presume that I did.Assume what you deriveEntomb what you hid.Turn me into what you need.Love me when I bleed.Molest me for your greed.Arrest the hell and feed. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 11:05 AM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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"Turn back the clock, doc.Burn off the rock, walk.Spurn and turn the lock.Forget the days so hotHere I am to love all.Here I am up above all.Here I am now watch me fall.Smear hands down my skull.Sheer wares of old pop-stars.Fear bears down on a rock star.Earn all the hate and wicked burden.Churn the mess when I get a word in.Did you hear them just them?Stop, wait, really, lets begin again.Shock, tick–tick, tock.Knock the days into this clock.Watch the dead counting birds.Talk sense out of all mixed words.Consume what I give.Presume that I did.Assume what you deriveEntomb what you hid.Turn me into what you need.Love me when I bleed.Molest me for your greed.Arrest the hell and feed...."