Firewater
Dropping Like Flies
In the cold hard light of day Do you like the face you see? Ain't it hard sometimes to say That your eyes have atrophied? Because the heart is a slippery one And it's tricky to dislodge Carry on as your day dissolves In a black & white montage Bodies falling to the floor They're dropping like flies In the crest there's an emptiness Heartbeats ring in hollow halls And the patient says He's feeling fine But that's just the drugs he's on And you cry, trying to find a voice That reminds you of your own But every word That passes from your lips Is counterfeit, illegitimate
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