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My muse is a naked bitch,
Leaves me as poor as she is rich,
A slave to this moon of magic,
A fool for the tangled tragic.

It's the kind of love that defines what love is,
It's got nothing to do with the shop of show biz.

It's a noise trap for all my noise, My life of time in a room full of toys.

I am a shipwrecked soul,
But I'm halfway to my whole,
And sometimes I think I'm right,
But I know I'm worth the fight.

It's something even if it comes to naught,
This rain sculpture the gods of I have wrought.

It's a noise trap for all my noise, My life of time in a room full of toys.

Sometimes I forget the stars
Sometimes the night is a stranger
My soul is out parking cars
Dead to my midnight danger.

Day-blue and waiting for my component dreams
To show me back to my skull-digging schemes
A world of wonders in a room full of toys
A thundering silence for a life full of noise.


June 13

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from Sound & Time Vol. II - Room Full of Toys, released January 6, 2015

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