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Obsessive Compulsive Son of Man

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Obsessive Compulsive Son of Man

Judge me if you want to
the devil on my shoulder is one of your own making
you live through me
through the cliches of the worlds three perfect stages
the holes in the plot of phase one
of what i crave most to inform myself
the logic of the puzzle of action for reaction
and an angel of choices i seem to be offered
where the path of least resistance seems to help me out

Obsessive compulsive
music lists
genius at shopping
thye beliefs you feed me
the soultrain im waiting
the dance of destiny
the right shoe untied
the two left feet

I do what i see
what im told
what i think is right
lie when i have to
not because i am evil
but to save my skin
or because there is too much at risk to sacrifice

Its not entirely your fault for me be claimed to impertfections
i forgive you your trespasses
but i refuse to keep playing the victom
eclectic
forever eclectic
pulling in pieces of you
to build my safe have on a puzzle 
for there to be light in the darkness
the way i want thing 
my utopia
what i weant
even if its a lie

Obsessive compulsive shopping
row by row
reading movie by movie
tle and artist of every cd
looking at every gam
and walking through the clothes line
the things you might find in the fragrance section
after all the games and lives you have bought for your
entertainment
to smell like a god when you watch
the scenes of what has gone wrong
with what we wanted
so back to the start of where we fall apart

the mirrors o seven clocks
and the recyled dreams of the obsessive compulsive
son of man

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