The car is on fire
and there's no driver at the wheel...
and the sewers are all muddied
with a thousand lonely suicides.
And a dark wind blows.
The government is corrupt,
and we're all on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death. - Godspeed You! Black Emperor

insideout's Works

Poetry	2006-02-11	Love?
Poetry	2006-06-14	Lizardkiss
Poetry (Perverse)	2008-03-11	stain
Poetry	2008-03-17	stupify
Poetry	2008-12-15	we wander on
Poetry	2010-09-13	Ecdysis

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