Reworking a robot

by Se Lest   Aug 3, 2004


Repair
all of the lies

spill to me
your deceit

to keep me here
beg at my feet

the feel of cold air
feels nice on closed eyes

Jesus take it all away
these cries of pain
so loud
to my own ears

replace it all
with this wondrous feeling

help me find love
help me regain

repair all the lies

the feel of cold air
feels nice on closed eyes

what a way
to rework a robot

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