An Object

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Wounds - Rock

An Object

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An object that is So much like another Mere coincidences The kind of thing you could never tell your mother Virginity A dilemma of anatomy Social epidemic Nothing but a lack of human emotion Human emotion They sit there watching like vultures on a perch For what you have to tell them A hairline between innocence and stupidity But they feel comfortable Their days highlighted by a TV screen Their evenings by a syringe Now they are crying out for help But they will not help...themselves Your parents fed you With a silver spoon Now you insert the cotton, water and junk To cop the newest attitude You use an old rig that's so dull You almost have to hammer it in The only thing that's as dull Is the state of mind you're in Don't you need it bad now... Moving like diseases across the glass Thoughts of dismay appall me Pick the bits of glass from the open wounds So far out ahead, yet sultry And they cry out for help But they won't help themselves 'Cause the only sound that they hear Is a ringing in their ears The sound of silence The silence The Silence The silence Silence

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