Who wants a cruel and cold thing

that makes us feel like Death in Spring

that puts a damper on all our days

and makes it black in merry May.

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But you! curdled prisoner, sour to the lips

would put a frown on all these faces

before the night is done.

I called to you across the ocean

but Hate was my reply.

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Who would taste some rotten things

even dipped in crystal springs?

for in those eyes there is such judgment

on something you'll never know.

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The wind is gently blowing, and they are gently turning

their heads to sunrise in a darker place

and every moment they lie in wait, "will you save me?"

With nowhere to look, and nowhere to run, but that darker place.

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Go! kill yourself over something that will never be

go gorge yourself on false pains and needs

But! just know you're looking the wrong way

- the sun, in the barrel of a gun.

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Torture yourself, waste our time

on hopeless dreams and fantasies

but know that there is paradise

if you look the other way.