palms will smoke in cold air but don t be racked with despair your soul escapes at the end of your lifetime by then you won t even care and that s a lot to take on your bitter fix told me twice uneven lust is like torture for tomcats when you eat nothing but mice when you have gone for a price and there is no end in sight well on my soul you say deny it and i will follow suit every thought in my head will end in violence you say deny that too but on my soul there is a dark spot and there is trouble ahead but under the dark there is a blank spot and there are triumphs to tread look at the maps you spread out and chart a course east and south you re rounding corners and wading deep waters with none of them touching your mouth there ain t no wheels on this train there ain t no tracks through the sage moments of trust and the friction of bone dust though i bring nothing of trade and i can see your dismay so i have failed once again well on my soul you say deny it and i will follow suit every thought in my head will end in violence you say deny that too but on my soul there is a dark spot and there is trouble ahead but under the dark there is a blank spot and there are triumphs to tread palms will smoke in cold air but don t be racked with despair your soul escapes at the end of your lifetime by then you won t even care
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