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Body Throne

from Fast Hits by John Bellows

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A dark shadow cuts into an empty room
The shallow grave for a complacent fool
Invading private space just to disgrace with a smile
But I had buried the knife I'd swallowed my pride in leu
Of tasting skin that I can't break through
Just another artist starved for the attention you try
To so bitterly deny

Spinning pinwheels, pulsing embers
My body throne into the fire
Going up in the smoke of a wasted inclination
Crying in vain through the windowpane
The unrequited name of desire
Feel it pull me under and force me into the decline
A pile of burning corpses you left behind
The bigger it makes you
The more it can break you
Nobody's stepping out of line

Bang, bang! I bang on your door so hard
Jaded and loveless I can't be cured
Still falling further in rank from a place at your side
I'm just a waste of your time

Oh, but you'd never let it show
Your too misanthropic
And you know there's a line around the corner
For the lonely little stoner girl
Who seeks to unfurl
Parade in a wet dress
Without any philanthropy or credence
Your sexual convenience is all
They could afford to ask
Forceps on my bare back
You pull at my spine so diamond-studded
As if I like to be exploited
But no, it's not consensual
And somehow I can't help but feel
That by fueling your self destruction
I'll have felt the repercussions
More than anyone I've ever loved

Spinning pinwheels, pulsing embers
My body throne into the fire
Going up in the smoke of a wasted inclination
Crying in vain through the windowpane
The unrequited name of desire
Feel it pull me under and force me into the decline
A pile of burning corpses you left behind
The bigger it makes you the harder that it's to deny
To destroy and deface you is the only way it knows to stay alive
Ain't nobody stepping out of line
The pile of burning corpses you left behind

Impossible, Improbable
You shake your head
Impossible, Improbable
You waste your breath
Impossible, Improbable
Just save your self

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from Fast Hits, released August 1, 2013

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John Bellows is a singer songwriter and home recorder from small town Kentucky, schooled in Chicago, and now back to the land in rural Washington.

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