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I'm that guy? I hate that guy!

I found my War All the Time CD :) So yeah, I'd like to dedicate this song to Reverend Phelps, the biggest dickface on the planet.

Thursday - M. Shepard

the stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly
the stage is set, don't forget to breathe
between the lines
if the whole world dies, then it's safe to take the stage
these graves will stretch like landing strips
hospitals: all dead museums
we won't have to be afraid anymore
the crowd is growing silent with the gathering storm
when the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
(just trying to keep up the act)
we'll lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled up
joining the procession of emptiness

if we say these words, it will be too late to take them back
so we hold our breath and fold our hands like paper planes
(and we're going to crash)
we don't have to be alone ever again
there's a riot in the theater
someone's standing in the aisle
yelling that the murderers are everywhere
and they're lining up, carving the M in your side
stand alone this time
when the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
(just trying to keep up the act)
we'll lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled up
joining the procession of emptiness

the stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly

pull the curtain back
kill all the houselights
pin the dress with lotus flowers
the silk is spinning around and around with the ceiling fan
i'm disappearing into the spotlight
i'm on display, with the butterfly and the scarecrow
with smiles like picket fences, you tie us all up and leave us outside
"that voice is silent now, the boat has sunk..."
we're on our own but we're not going to run.

10:07 p.m. - 2003-11-12

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