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City of Bugs

The Cribs

Ignore the Ignorant

2009

a stranger
A perfumed gust drifts to my core
I give you one last look
Through a cross-hatched door
But I'm messed up baby
Like the Berlin Wall
Tonight

cross-hatched
With self-inflicted scars
 
The guilt turned into agony
Propelled a young boy to frenzy
Sling their blood across the sky
Pile the dead higher, til

There was a time that I could draw with these hands
Crosshatched my heart, my light complimented the dark
Darkness comes, I can't sleep
In line for

Cross-hatched silhouette
Formed lines of words I'd recollect
The things I'd give to know just where you go

Stumble back to this place
Broken glass

Crosshatched into the islands
Moving forward, the sky is all you need

Bring back the seasons 
The sun and the stars
To keep on believing that
You know who you

Blend in cross-hatched patterns
Adorned across the distressed plateau
Shelved alcoholic pops clear a calming haze
Slip vision into vexated fog

his hands get scratched up by the takers
Crosshatched by your makers
Walk on you like floor
Add bolts to your door
Revolted by yours
The stocks are just

a bush and I was like "Oh shit"
She said
You’ve been crosshatched like the patterns on your shirt
Been running wild, dodge my texts on every burst
Always

a neglected city window
Black rock crosshatched the shoreline
A rough draft instead of the usual bold and confident lines
Where the shallow sea at least was

Everybody knew you
I was just your cross-hatched shadow
Just the mismatched shadow
Of a clock behind an orchid
Restored Film Noir in colour
Just

Young, tasting eyes,
crosshatched, and open wide.

Immortalized
on cardstock.
You came from my mind.
You came from my mind.
You came from my mind.

is sown
There's a world about you that I ain't ever known
I'm not begging for the feast, just a measly bone

When my skin becomes crosshatched
From

Young tasty eyes,
crosshatched and open wide,
immortalized on card stock;
you came from my mind. 
you came from my mind. 
you came from my mind.

Courtyard Courtship

Sixtoo

The Psyche Continuum

and dim-lit dinners
To match cross-hatched sketches of simplicity.
The mysticism of your ora had crashed into glass shards of ego
That only you could

on the TV these days
Now you won't live after such disaster
You're a lot full of smashed-up cars
Crosshatched in the metal when you're cracking up
But