There are things I could buy with the money I give you.
I will tell her this meaningless truth as she listens
With an ear I cannot see
And maintains her power to bind me.I will tell her the woman’s answer was no
And of the reprieve I received from robbing
The cradle and the danger zone we enter
When moving beyond generational linesAnd of the strange city I plan to walk in
Where desolation will greet me around every
Corner when finally I am away from her.
This she will learn when I enter through her front door.
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