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Who will pull the trigger, send the whole up in flames? Who is
juggling figures, plans the last move of the Now we're coughing
blood, the winds erupt, the power's cut, our dream has been
corrupted. Maybe we never enough. Count to five and shut your
eyes, you'll find that still there, a little slower, less
alive, and I've got in my hair. Still I chew my daily bread, I
cannot let go of my thread, you still inside my head. All the
things I should said, never said, never say. And the cat ripped out
my tongue, the vulture swooped and stole my eyes. I'm scavengin
in the of the Flies. Fly me.(x5)