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to the center of the earth

or anywhere god decides

full of fever pulling forth

we hear our call as all



and to the center of the earth

as if written in

DNA is reaching out

to your frequency



i want to live

don't want to die

i want to live

i want to try



all in prayer

prayer in all

all are scared

scared of all



black rooms are calling

to men in leather coats

white labs are cooking

up the silver ghost

the glass migrates under

her translucent skin

and all the spiders wonder

what we've got us in



all is you

you are all

all with you

you in all



i want to live

don't want to die

i want to live

i want to try



so beats the final coda of our vinyl storm

one more cherry cola to lift up her dead arms

a dream of soft focus sunsets filters through the din

and we are losing contact as she dials it in



she can hear glass calling

or is it someone that looks like him



she eyes TV reflection and nods a knowing look

she says it doesn't matter, she never liked her looks



i have seen a thousand fractures

i have seen everything



cause' knowing is its own answer to love something in a book

there's not much left to ponder, not much left to cook



as she counted the spiders

as they crawled up inside her

as she counted the spiders

as they crawled up inside her