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Theatre of Hate
Love is a Ghost
No one else can do this to me.....
No other could realize this pain......
But you found another
dream,
To live....
......Love is a ghost......
......Love is a ghost......
I'll never understand.....
Why
it had to end.
I'll never understand....
Why you did your wrists.
Maybe we should have found......another dream to
live.......
......Love is a ghost......
......Love is a ghost......
......Love is a ghost......
Do You Believe In the Westworld?
The yellow sun was setting in tombstone.
The citizens were gone, but not to their
homes.
By a freak, a coin in the piano, made it play.
……But only the wind and the dust heard it say.......
“Do
you believe in the Westworld?”
“Do you believe in the Westworld?”
From the south, on a wind,
in walked a cowboy.
The saloon was dry, but his guns were well oiled.
Somehow he remembered when he kissed his wife,
And
when he said goodbye....
But that was before the circus with the bear arrived.
Oh the bear, it roared, as the gun was
fired.....
Then the cowboy turned the gun on himself as he sang,
"No one’s alive".
“Do you believe
in the Westworld?”
“Do you believe in the Westworld?”
Turn Pale
Sycophant
Take it all!
It's yours.....
I-I made it for you.
I love you.
I-LOVE-YOU
(I
must have you now)
There's a sycophant in the kitchen,
sputters and turns on his way out.
Nothing much to
say.
I just smile and wave him on.
It's got to be this way.
It's all...the-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk de jour;
Nothing
too distinguishing.
Nothing too profound.
I'm not riled,
A bit perturbed, perhaps.
But, it's got to be this way.
Never
ending, ad nauseum.
Sycophant.
Neautiful.
I WANT YOU ALL
There's another ONE on the back porch.
Chest heaving
as if to say......
"Take it all, it's yours."
I turn around and head on back into the fit.
But as the door creaks
open,
I decide to take an entirely different approach.
I turn around and let her talk on and on and on.
Nothing
too distinguishing.
Nothing too profound.
I'm not riled,
A bit perturbed, perhaps.
But, it's got to be this way.....
It's
got to be this way.
HA-PPY END-ING.
IN NAUSEUA
I need you.
I need you.
I need you.
I need you....
It's
got to be this way.
....I've said it before....
It's got to be this way.
Sycophant. Beautiful. Typical.
I-LOVE-YOU
It's
all...the-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk de jour;
Nothing too distinguishing.
Nothing too profound.
HA-PPY END-ING.
IN
NAUSEUA
Sycophant.
Beautiful.
Sycophant.
Typical.
Sycophant.
Beautiful.
Political.
I-I-LOVE-YOU
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