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Worried Well

by 31Knots

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You married your money and look what became. You had a baby of riots. Now the debt just collects on your brain and bed. And you're the black sheep of your sleep. You count the picket lines. See them with bread instead, waiting for someone to...
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Certificate 03:29
Your friends and events have been scaled to fit the scope of your new regime. But lest we forget our own voice of descent. Maybe we're listening, so whisper. Each strength as a weakness we secretly carry. A cross that we bare or we burden and bury. While dressing our wounds I hear angels disbanding, from dark-lit back rooms I presume you're commanding. I wait...until. I wait... until you're gone. My refrain... so long.
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The Breaks 03:32
Hover. Hover. Linger. Linger. Fake flora and fauna end where your application begins. Just do what they say. Best to know your place and to take it, better to fail a test than to fake it. That's what they say. That's what they say. After much consideration, this is our official decision: the opposite of acceptance. Because you live on a black list. At this time you are denied. The waiting room will see you now. In pursuit of a full disclosure, we ask that you read between the lines. A fee that is in conjunction with the terms that we require can be applied at any time. But you are denied.
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All that lust, unbridled violence never touched, discussed or silenced. And all that hate and pent up anger, while greedy fingers reach for danger. It's as if its death by a million cuts. In which case we pace like hell as eyes. Synthetic your way to the top and bring the mountain to me. Make like a pretty mistake, and show every crack in your smile. 'Cause something up there this way comes. It may be god or it may be rocks. And we await with baited breath, tethered to a tithe. Baited and corrupt, something up there this way... "Brick by brick and strand by strand, we tell ourselves to force our hand. Come what may tomorrow today. when I cut I bleed... so what? So what?" Something up there this way comes and many think its time. They have heard the message from the mountain. Something up there this way comes and they will be prepared. A good night's sleep, something to eat and they will say their prayers. But careful the reason to be. And steady the sentence again. And quiet is you react. And show every crack in your smile.
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As we act our part someone's licking the street too hard. They end up where I'm at, the Council of Prevetative Attempts. I can't do or disprove, 'cause every dollar's got a mouth to move. We all reach from a distance. So many hands that I am speechless. "Weary weary weary, can't you tell?"
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I am made of weapon's grade mass compassion and pearly gates; uneven tides and crooked moons, insecticide and voodoo too, but that's not all. I'm the mass-produced third-world abuse with petroleum eyes and screen media too. I'm the devil's lies and the heaven's blues. I am everything and then some too. So I inspect the dead man's chest, surprised to find there's nothing left except... Except for what we never ever really wanted. In one way or another all objects are forgotten. Memories gather quickly in our cupboards and our closets. Audit all your memories and tell me what's important. Sunset to sunrise to a black mass in daylight. But the black mass was fact-checked in the high court of low light. "And the good men went ape shit with black-market strange kicks. And the high court of low light ruled it slow-motion suicide." Change my name. Burn my clothes. Peel my skin and crack my skull.
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Opaque 03:26
When night falls on to the blue sky where... where does it go? Does it grow darker still, knowing what we know? String strung from above. Step in the light on the tips of our tongues. The string pulls all of our clocks at a rate we can chase but we'll never catch up. Quote- end-quote results. post and annulled. All in one breath. Its all in the text. The object of ire. So much desire. Some want it dead, but some are just liars. The said subject vibrates at a rate we can chart, but it's still just a chase but with no heart. Some insist it's opaque, others all white. And they argue all night. "Opaque"... "All White".
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I can't wait to open up my mouth. Just to let these secrets come right out. If only to, if only to bring you down. Facts and figures blur and they distort. But from my perspective its so clear. May I be the only voice that you hear. If this keeps up it will drown in the air around you. It will die by the sword of the word untrue. You see, its not what I've said or what I've done or what I'll do. You see, I'm walking these planks of paper mache and I know quite soon they'll simply give way. But if this keeps up... "Worried. Worried but not well. Worried. Worried all your live-long days. Know your strengths and know your weaknesses. Know what strength is and know what weakness is." Ok, so one point plagues me. Why Can't believe in me?
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In... in... vince-able. Kill, kill, kill them all. Re...Re...Ciprocal. See, see they'd do the same. At least there's no one left to blame. So let's move on. "Better you than me", said the apple to the tree, "I've done all the damage I can do. But you better keep your stripes in sight, 'cause ceilings can be glass sometimes, and people can protect on a whim. "What do you call it, this game of erasing lives. When do we panic? If not now, then when? And how and who has the proxy for you? What in your name will they do? Let's see where they lead us if only to bleed us. Who knows what lessons we'll learned. "Compass commands have weight in the strongest hands and the target is always shifting it's shape." But don't forget the protocol when your back is up against the wall. It’s all in the name of what's next." So what's next? Center the figure and steady your aim. Correct all injustice. They've trespassed against us. Summon conviction. Permission has been granted. The compass would want it this way.
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One man said to mountaintop, "I'm gone beat you black and blue." Another one said, "to hell with that. I'm gonna dress you up. Because a move more towards the last resort is nothing less than empty. And you, I do believe its true, remember? Do you remember this? "Look towards me everybody." A man I knew was dancing to the beat of his disease, until it grew into a beast and then the rhythm went wrong. The rhythm went wrong. And yet instead of standing still he would sit and move his feet. And you, I do believe its true, remember? Do you remember this? If I can't cut my teeth in 2 then why would I waste all the time it takes? 'Cause to believe you is to know its true, that one man's test is another man's time is another man's test is another man's time is a mortal man's test.
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We stand protected until we're caught off guard. Silence found an abscess that's turning off and on. With apertures in excess, are all our carrots gone? What's so essential? Where's our right and wrong? Hold my breath for me. How about now? I've been demanding, upping the mandate.
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released August 19, 2008

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