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Wax Prostate Exam; One hundred Sleepless Nights 

The songs, my songs

Chemical kids, mechanical brides

Every word I could have ever written 

I would be a fool to think

For he has written them all already 

A fool to believe I will be anything more than these songs 

I want to be nothing more than him, nothing less 

I grow bigger as I dip myself into your wax 

The scent doesn't touch your senses 

Light me, so I can dive in from top to bottom

Into my songs, his songs

And when the melted wax bothers you

Gather me up into any shape, I’ll fit wherever 

And burn me again 

I will always be with my songs 

Everything else is useless noise I try to ignore 

For diamonds and gold

I've stolen them all 

I've swallowed them down deep in my stomach 

I'll never digest

I'll keep them inside 

His voice is so familiar it must be mine

I look into his face and see my own 

the strangest face is always your own 

I think we’re bleeding out 

When I'm gone and buried deep down

I'll still be here 

In my songs, his songs

Here is meaningless when you have a there 

Held 

Are my needs dire shallow or prude 

You decide as you always do

My joints never worked 

Are you distracted

Can you see past my face yet?

Behind my skull what do you see 

Do you see yourself 

Have I become only but the worst parts 

Does your reflection look distorted 

Can you look past that, please 

Where do I end and where

Should you begin?

 My Body Goals is to Lack one  

How I wish to be free

From the tremors of the world 

Away from myself into a large cavern 

My mind reflected on the walls 

No pattern and no kinks 

And with this place 

There is no flesh no skin 

Thus so I would finally rest 

Not a single ounce of sweat or blood 

No dirt no light no space no mud 

To enjoy the fruits of the world’s renaissances 

Without the body the heart the lungs 

Needed to do it 

The best understanding of me to you 

Is a total lack of perception 

Of who to be 

Comes from a lack 

Of a you to me 

To exist outside of time