Angels Or Vultures

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lets cut ourselves with the glamour of this scene
watch the vultures thread verses from our defeat
lets cut ourselves to the glamour of this scene
bringing hollow bodies to their knees
lets cut ourselves in the glamour of this scene
sewing shut the mouths that forget to breathe

make your mark on this world
make your mark before it's too late

haha this jacket's not tight enough
bridges are always burning
your eyes are always turning
away from me
rows of whitewashed teeth flash a smile
a tongue-in-cheek reprisal
i know you'll bury the hatchet
through my head

operator let me through
give us a reply
no they've got to you too
please hang up
there appears to be a receiver off the hook
the walls close ranks
please try your call again
please try your call again
please try your call again
screaming in maths
we cling to forever
thank you this is a recording

disconnect
flatline
and everything will make perfect sense

i never told you why i'm so fond of museums
oh, places everyone
dress up
fess up
make up
fuck up
break up
before we
breakdown

"i thought you knew," she said.
"i thought you knew," she said.
"i thought you knew," she said.
"i thought you knew," i say.

you never knew me at fucking all...

© jonathan roseboom 2009