August 4th, 2007
Filthy little wooden man
makes his way across the table
hopes he'll find himself in glory
Withering from what was stable.
Falling just from what he thought
would bring him a second chance
Wouldn't you play the part--
of a filthy little wooden man?
Every human Plays the part-
a roped up, filthy wooden man.
Puppets on strings
Hollow, Hollow things.
Give us meaning--
Fucking wings.
Won't you let us have a message
Something beyond what's been said
Won't you free us from our mannequin prisons?
something more to rest our heads
Bloodstained little wooden man
Crawling up the candle stick
Filthy fucking wooden man
Burns his body on the wick.
Won't you tell us what we're missing?
Wouldn't you if you were here?
Give us more to leave behind--
Wooden ashes are only mere.
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