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highness'
Soft-focused by death, by history

I am the Limner
I make portraits in miniature
These two girls were separated by two hundred years
But still
Then I could of stayed home and gave you all of my attention (Now its to late for that)

Oh, you tried to put me on but I wasn?t listening (So busy
skins like to go to the motels
but your ass won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion
Painter would you paint my portrait
Paint me wearing the finest clothes in town
Make me look like I'm somebody
Make me a little younger than I am
fear the time, when my mind's confused by my example
A portrait of, to show you love
Greater hopes and promises for you

In these years gone past, I've
portraits of mythological entities, a made up story to present the rules we 
should live by. If religion is the cure for to blindsight, come now and give
Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in
score
When it all adds up
I need you more
One hundred and one
Lonely nights

You leave me here
Now honey, that ain't right
But, still I forgive
Painter would you paint my portrait
Paint me wearing the finest clothes in town
Make me look like I'm somebody
Make me a little younger than I am
Scrutinize In This Portrait Of Idolatry And Rot
Her Body So Fragile
Now Broken By My Hands
I Am Retouching To The Essence Of Repulsion

What Is Vanity But
flybys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause
Got some loving
That I wanna give you, babe
Got it by the pound, girl
Yes I have, now, huh

When you get it
It's such a strong love
It's gonna
You burned a portrait in my eyes
You watched me falter
My motivation now encircles my wrist
This razor blade says
I've fucking been dismissed
Got some loving
That I wanna give you, babe
Got it by the pound, girl
Yes I have, now, huh

When you get it
It's such a strong love
It's gonna
Yes
The promise land
Going to the promise land
Yes the promise land
Oh gosh now, through the promise land

Imagine Ghana like California with Sunset
Got some loving
That I want to give you, babe
Got it by the pound, girl
Yes I have, now, huh

When you get it
It's such a strong love
It's
On my acheing wounds you spill your tears
But by my own hand, I drown your selfish dream
You seek, not finding...
The eternal portraits
They await me like
dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
Subsides
An Eternity Goes By
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now

When The Truth Hides
An Eternity Goes By
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now
on a portrait of today
And the streets are paved with passers-by
And pictures fly and papers lie
Just waiting to blow away

Woke up big this Chelsea morning
They put away the DDT now
But gave metal to the sea
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred years can't wait another day

The only eagle, only tree
to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second

Now the curtain opens on a portrait
and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second

Now the curtain
beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second

Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today
And the streets are
Now the book is called Stories from the Nerve Bible and what I mean by the Nerve Bible is the body. And parts of the body appear and disappear