wire - internal exile lyrics
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an idle glance absorbs the terror
the weight of proof brings little pleasure
the trick’s the thing, a cereal measure
mao sifts the sh-t from trash to treasure
marching! marching!
primed and armed, a loose projectile
force into internal exile
in apple light, the laptop lackeys
soft wear pedlars rake the readies
backstab sermons sitting pretty
bankrupt, cynics leave the city
marching! marching
his cupboard bare; his vision hardwired
roving tamer; empty larder
hearts of gold; no pot to p-ss in
join the queue of future has-beens
a worker’s thirst to be at leisure
dissatisfied without measure
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