Lady without clothes from another world
Talk to me my closest friend, deformed
unloved, rejected, unprotected, i am your
maker, why cant you help me die like a man,
who knows if the ending is near, disrespect this playful song, and dance like a fly, am i just a fool
when i see you, the young universe i drool, i pretend to know where did all the glow go
Ive lost it somewhere along the way, i am ashamed, this world has no face or place,
for me is it all the same, i am in peace with
shame, this isn't the game we used to play,
all these fools think they struck the gold,
or is it just the old world way before we we're
told this isnt just your world, or your universe,
your garbage just isnt too old to gain respect,
expired world just waiting to die, that is why
we will all be gone, there are others waiting in line to take our place, this layer of broken hearts
other worlds will pickup our bones, who knows
maybe now, maybe never, the lady without clothes and a man of another world, will give us a chance at one last moment of grace, rest in peace my friend, this is the end.
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