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Animal

Animal, Animal, Animal!

Eight, perhaps nine

All turning around

All coiling around

 

No chance for explanation

No excuses for you

It would all be a lie

Never to see your face

 

Hearing your voice won’t be an issue

No more jokes I’ll never hear

Crippling awareness is futile

whilst the resistance cannot resist.

 

One long tell of lie after lie

bringing trauma and loss

My head is dead

You changed my mind.

 

Animal, Animal. Oh animal.

You were the ones for me

You knew better

Fields would be a fine place for you.