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[11. Aug 2004|15:27] |
ask the outlet,
the one i wander in, when im small
he knows all my secrets
a hollow face in the wall
open to all of the right size
today im a small bug
are you a small bug too?
Come with me next time
And we can walk together
Through these tiny halls
And watch their faces from inside
hidden by the plastic night
We will hear the shock of passing feet
And you can see the electricity
Flow through the curious fork
And smell the hand of the child
Tasty static will pass
throughout each others lips
Like they were sweet water
Pooling on our faces
Come on...
be a small bug with me |
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