They butcher souls, dear
They butcher souls.
The man who works in the mines
His skin stretched across his face
He picks at the walls
He does not see the dead canary
Face up in its cage
They butcher souls, dear
They butcher souls.
The bride sits alone
Her soft face dappled with happy sunshine
A smile shining with innocence
As her groom makes love to the bridesmaid
In the bed they would soon share
They butcher souls, dear
They butcher souls.
The child with the sailboat
Splashes in his bathtub
Dreaming of ships coming to harbor
And brave captains at the mast
While his father drowns at sea
They butcher souls, dear
They butcher souls.
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Comments
That made me shiver.
I love it.
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what's a pulse got to do with it?
I mean, it is good, but I like how it ends.
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"I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy!"
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"I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy!"
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"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
Albert Einstein --
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"I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy!"
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