Generator

Like a rock, like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb
I’ll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
that I encounter everywhere I turn,
I’ve seen it all before,
in books and magazines,
like a twitch before dying,
like a pornographic sea,
there’s a flower behind the window,
there’s an ugly laughing man,
like a hummingbird in silence,
like the blood on my door,
it’s the generator

oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door,
wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore,
I’ve known it all along like the bone under my skin,
like actors in a photograph,
like paper in the wind,
there’s a hammer by the window,
there’s a knife on the floor,
like turbines in darkness,
like the blood on my door,
it’s the generator

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