neurotic fiction - pulp music lyrics
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doesn’t matter if you like the sound of it
hours later when you can’t stand the thought of it
an abstraction of the words
that are written on your skull
lesser workings of the mind
a corruption of your thoughts
anagrams of better plans
left to shrivel up and die
little secrets from the void
and your colleagues think you’re dull
cos you’re quiet all the time
but you’re working on your art!
and you can’t talk cos you’re tired
cos it keeps you up at night
pulp! music!
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