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The End Of Our Rope Is A Noose

 

The End Of Our Rope Is A Noose

(album: Until Your Heart Stops - 1998)


Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows
Resign all need for bargaining with an open door
To a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid
I can't believe what it did
Whole arachnid-eyed spinnerets form:
The motive slips
The bugs become the end, they eat you
Glued by the palms
To a dinner plate-passive meat
Shrewd likeness arms him like a runaway
Rampant glories
Nothing short of a forced-drum drama vibe
Wished goodbye

The knot that never comes untied
Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied
About who you are and what you know
The whitest lies are blinding snows
Eyed in the mockery of his prey
Fevered company
With an array of wretched-looking
Sister faces
Breathing the air of scare and tyranny

He hunched right over, for me to use his back
And write out the eviction
Notice from my heart:
No remorse, the I's were
Dotted with poignant stabs
All the things that I wrote as a kid
I can't believe what it did to you

The knot that never comes untied
Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied
About who you are and what you know
The whitest lies are blinding snows
Eyed in the mockery of his prey
Fevered company
With an array of wretched-looking
Sister faces
Breathing the air of scare and tyranny

Low and behold, the end of our rope is a noose
I chased him right back into eternal peace
And sealed that closet door

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