Lance

I put the pitch

Where it needs

To be

Don’t tell me there are

Rules and

Designated parking

For something I’m using

To paint my soul

Intonation is a Prison

Goddamn petty fucking

Nazi’s telling me

Which notes are which

I tell you what

I bleed them all together

And that isn’t

Some mistake, isn’t

Some accident

I’m bleeding out and I

Don’t need your bandage,

I don’t need some hospital

I’m a bleeding heart

That’s my purpose, so just

Let me lance–

I’m here to bleed


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