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by azrieljohnson

Down Below, In Between by Azriel Johnson

You think I'm a dirty old male,

You think I want into your pale,

ripped jeans.

Down below, in between.

A cad isn't glad, he's a cad cause he's bad,

But I'm worse. With my victimless curse.

The only one dying in my universe,

is me.

Down below, in between.

The dreams that I dream,

They're for me, only me.

They give voice, they give choice,

To the moors, to the doors,

They run rampant with whores,

and queens.

Down below, in between.

Deteriorating, the healthful,

The pills you shove down their throats!

That's my fucking world you're killing!

That's my fucking world you're killing!

Sometimes, when that last thread breaks,

The journey on which it takes,

From ocean to river, to a mountain lake,

that's clean.

Down below, in between.

Nothing's clean.

And I'm yet to be seen.

The animator's mind, caught inside mine,

The bars held him behind,

for me.

Down below, in between.