Bauhaus In the Flat Field
A gut pull drag on me Into the chasm gaping we Mirrors multy reflecting this Between spunk stained sheet And odorous whim Calmer eye flick shudder within Assist me to walk away in sin Where is the string that Theseus laid Find me out this labyrinth place I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and Yang lumber punch Go taste a tart then eat my lunch And force my slender thin and lean In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams Of black matted lace
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