You have found the monsters that make us wonder

Who has human skin?

The mistakes born

Make you so very happy

In a dog pile of great men


I tried my best

To make it home

And your services

I’ll cut them off


Pull me out of the stairs

Oh, the truth


I have found the people that live inside

Those dust balloons on mars

Never mind the boring fortunate fathers

Processed in the morgues


Based in different houses that a ran a road

Between yours and mind

Feigning smiles in the vast echo of space

And biding all our time

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