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In the reign of logic lies the hunger rudely stamped my shadow and I, ordered my thoughts to sleep all night, the dogs howl grows a mothers grief to the slaughter of German logic. A suicide where no one dies Python dance and love on the phone stripey toothpaste for the plastic home, I was a pixie led and honor bound. The Janus face is lost in space Honest blue eyes, oh passer by with sightless steeps to the clinging tree in another place, another face Oh passer by who cares for me? Wandering hands that blow in the wound but tucked in my belt they never felt Oh passer by who'll pray for me? My hair and the gun are on the run Serve the faithful, feed the fish learn to talk to your satellite dish. Oh passer by who cares for me? Christ forgotten in a pawn shop beneath the wedding bed, above the grave in a bone cage for the soul From Letras Mania