Chalk Dust Torture
Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
Im jezmund the family berzerker
Im bought for the price of a flagon of rice
The wind buffs the cabin
You speak of your life
Or more willingly locust the lurker
Confuse what you can of the ending
And revise your despise so impending
cause I soak on the wrath
That you didnt quite mask
Im getting it clearly through alternate paths
Or mixed in with the signal youre sending
But who can unlearn all the facts that Ive learned
As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Cant I live while Im young?
But no peace for jezmund tonight
I plug the distress tube up tight
And watch what I say as it flutters away
And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
Not to educate somebodys fright
song performed by Phish
Added by Lucian Velea
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