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FICTION

MASTURBATING TO A MEMORY THAT'S FAR, FAR BETTER THAN REALITY
AND FOOL YOUR SMIRK TO THINKING THAT'S THE
BEST PIECE OF ASS YOU EVER HAD

GO ON COMPLAINING THAT YA GOT NO CASH
WHILE YOU SPEND AND SLOTH AIN'T IT LIVIN' FAST
I LIKE TO HEAR MY OWN MOUTH BITCH & RUN, BITCH & RUN SOMETIMES TOO

A FLASH OF FLESH AND COMPOSURE'S SMASHED
RETREATIN' TO THE FLOOR LIKE SHE SNAPPED MY BACK
BUT THE ONLY LAUGHS COME FROM INSIDE, INSIDE MY HEAD THE JOKE'S ON ME

A BOTTLE HERE AND A GLASS FOR BED
BUT A CAN'T GET TO SLEEP 'TIL MY DEMONS ARE FED & IN THE MORNING
YOU CAN POKE AT ME FOR HOURS BUT YA KNOW I'LL BARELY MOVE

FICTION'S NEVER FICTION AND THE FACTS DON'T FEEL LIKE TRUTH
AND DESERTION'S LIKE A SPOILED SWEET ADIEU!
FICTION'S NEVER FICTION AND THE FACTS DON'T FEEL LIKE TRUTH
BUT IF YOU LEAVE ME HERE ALONE LONG ENOUGH I SWEAR I'LL
GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU

MY CANDIDE'S GOT A LIMP AND A COUGH
AND IF OUTLOOK'S MY DOCTOR THAN I'M SURE I'VE LOST
IT SEEMS TO ME THE PROMISE NEVER CAME BUT I BELIEVED IT THRU & THRU

AND SO I JUDGE LIKE THE REST OF THE PACK
AND WHEN YOU FALL BELOW MY STANDARDS THEN I DOUBLE BACK
IT DOESN'T HELP WHEN I TURN IT AROUND & TRY, TRY THIS STUPID TEST ON ME

ANOTHER ARROGANT NOBODY WITH DESIGNS ON A FUTURE
THAT'LL NEVER BE, WHO JUST KEEPS
CLIMBING THROUGH THE MAGNETS AND THE ANCHORS IF HE CAN

AND IN THE END WILL YOU REMEMBER THE NAME
OR WHAT THEY HAD TO DRINK AND THE SONGS THEY SANG
A LITTLE BOOKMARK IN THE PAST IS ALL, ALL THEY'RE EVER ASKING FOR
Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 1998.02
Performed by: Solo
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