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Purge (The Cultural Revolution)


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A kill word under glass

Showpiece of a vast museum housing troubled memories

 

Artifacts

On permanent display

Things she'd maybe half-recall but she would never come to see

 

Here's a shirt I got from her

I'd really like to try it on

But I would feel her close around

And hear one of those f____d-up songs

I'd just as soon

Be on the moon

And treating wounds

With blackened spoons

 

Paper trail

In origami folds

A birthday card with cryptic words, a love expressed in comedy

 

Spoken low

That she would never break

Wonder if she knew deep down that she was really breaking me

 

Here's the thing that sealed the door

And took me to that poison place

Numbness flooded from the sky

I didn't feel the pain for days

A final note

To cut my throat

An "N", an "O"

That's all she wrote...

 

Time now

To torch this temple down

I know that life means suffering, I need no proof of tragedy

 

Flame builds

It leaps from shrine to shrine

Must admit that I'm surprised to see it burn so easily

 

Burn

Burn, burn

Burn it all down

Burn it all down

 

© 2006 Hear No Evil Music

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