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• Artiste: Rock Dove
• Titre: Walker
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following the path that they made for you endless square slabs winding away from you a scowl on your face tight like blood stopping tape each hand only taking care of the other sweaty, misled, hopeless little helper wondering what you'd say if you didnt have to fake it to the strangers in your home and the freaks out on pavement i saw them shuffling through the crack beneath the door and felt a heat break through me from my flaming core it doesnt flare up that often anymore i heard your giggly voice trip through sharp coughs coming out of a machine that i thought i know i turned off but ill keep sweating deep under suffocating sheets till the mind sinks away and escapes all the heat or just the parts that bother me the fixed set of strangers in your life the bases that you walk each night are the weak sack of bones making these streets your home flesh has burned, blood has dried and now they're standing alone loose screws under your theme park ride will send all of your dreams into flight your parents and their shameful crimes they will die, they will die, they will die i'm here again with my violent grin and a large back seat to carry you in now is the time to decide who you are and to watch from the car the world that you're in because it works alone and never looks back and would most like to be an endless, stormy sea whose waves would have none of me when i'm leaving fast on a plane i'll see the city through the thick, plastic window pane it'll be a flickering bed of embers babe a fire dying out when we're cruising high in the sky i will greet that fiery light that will teach this thing to break and spin toward the sick stillness of its end but in deep, boundless sleep even the thought is enough for me when the uniform is rags at my feet i will find my restful peace it's too bad the fantasy never satisfied the energy it's too bad they made me in the city for the love of anything