disintegrate
amy
artists
tear
it
all
apart
to
make
a
map
of
their
expressions.
while
scientists
tear
it
apart
to
understand
.
"
will
not
accept
"
"
the
greatness
of
man
"
030402
...
silentbob
Oh
I
miss
the
kiss
of
treachery
The
shameless
kiss
of
vanity
The
soft
and
the
black
and
the
velvety
Up
tight
against
the
side
of
me
And
mouth
and
eyes
and
heart
all
bleed
And
run
in
thickening streams
of
greed
As
bit
by
bit
it
starts
the
need
To
just
let
go
My
party
piece
Oh
I
miss
the
kiss
of
treachery
The
aching
kiss
before
I
feed
The
stench
of
a
love
for
a
younger
meat
And
the
sound
that
it
makes
When
it
cuts
in
deep
The
holding
up
on
bended
knees
The
addiction
of
duplicities
As
bit
by
bit
it
starts
the
need
To
just
let
go
My
party
piece
But
I
never
said
I
would
stay
to
the
end
So
I
leave
you
with
babies
and
hoping
for
frequency
Screaming
like
this
in
the
hope
of
the
secrecy
Screaming
me
over
and
over
and
over
I
leave
you
with
photographs
Pictures
of
trickery
Stains
on
the
carpet
and
Stains
on
the
scenery
Songs
about
happiness
murmured
in
dreams
When
we
both
us
knew
How
the
ending
would
be
...
So
it's
all
come
back
round
to
breaking
apart
again
Breaking
apart
like
I'm
made
up
of
glass
again
Making
it
up
behind
my
back
again
Holding
my
breath
for
the
fear
of
sleep
again
Holding
it
up
behind
my
head
again
Cut
in
deep
to
the
heart
of
the
bone
again
Round
and
round
and
round
And
it's
coming
apart
again
Over
and
over
and
over
Now
that
I
know
that
I'm
breaking
to
pieces
I'll
pull
out
my
heart
And
I'll
feed
it
to
anyone
Crying
for
sympathy
Crocodiles
cry
for
the
love
of
the
crowd
And
the
three
cheers
from
everyone
Dropping
through
sky
Through
the
glass
of
the
roof
Through
the
roof
of
your
mouth
Through
the
mouth
of
your
eye
Through
the
eye
of
the
needle
It's
easier
for
me
to
get
closer
to
heaven
Than
ever
feel
whole
again
I
never
said
I
would
stay
to
the
end
I
knew
I
would
leave
you
with
babies
and
everything
Screaming
like
this
in
the
hole
of
sincerity
Screaming
me
over
and
over
and
over
I
leave
you
with
photographs
Pictures
of
trickery
Stains
on
the
carpet
and
Stains
on
the
memory
Songs
about
happiness
murmured
in
dreams
When
we
both
of
us
knew
How
the
end
always
is
How
the
end
always
is
...
040214
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go
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