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Animal Lust

No state more sacred
No pitch more clear
I’m starting to see you now

Whoever made me
I hope it felt like this
Open up your mouth

Animal lust
I feel
Animal lust
for you

Let go of your
dream of me
It’s going to blind your eyes

The grip of your fingers
is the grip of God
And the truth runs down my thighs

Derby hair

Tangle me that Derby hair
Mess it up so that I don’t care
Sorrow comes and goes in waves
And the tides have undone my braids

Sometimes I suspect I’m made of styrofoam
And there’s glue running in my veins
Sometimes I only have to lay down
to get stuck in the
plastic
brainwave
wasteland

So, make me wear my Derby hair
Make me be
and breathe some air

Investigation

The sandman offers a boarding pass
No rest from that
investigation

Your coding system’s about to crash
No rest from that
investigation

Hey little girl
You’re burning up
No rest from that
investigation

You can’t keep thinking around the clock

Moving to be here

I go back to the city’s heart
I swallow down her streets
Needing that electric start
A guitar that gently weeps

Constantly protecting
my fragile adult bones
Hold on to the future,
the song goes

A smiling, long-haired lady
in a fashion magazine
Pictures from the jungle
painted on widescreen

I´m just going to make my nest
inside this fitting room
And I will bite your leg
if you intrude

Gravel starts to move my feet
Forward motion
The grey air begins to breathe
In my chest
I am moving to be here
and free
And city lights
and city lights
and city lights
I see

Concrere sanctuaries
of that sweet suburbia
A plastic God that carries
me to the promised backyard

Tomorrow I will plant the trees
in beautiful straight lines
And leave myself behind

Oyster

There’s no use for camouflage
if you don’t have anything to eat
You could know me as a mentor
and I’d still be a piece of meat

I begin to miss you
the minute we walk down the aisle
The world is not your oyster
but if you want, it let’s you drive

Burn your hands to recreate
There is not much time to wait around
The fingerprints soon reappear
And you’ll make the same old sound

At first it feels like a privilege
but it turns out to be a trap
No matter how much you comprehend
you’ll never reach the things you lack

The winter never has to come
I’ll set the table, look for a light
This world will never be your oyster
but it’s fair enough to feel like it tonight