There Was A Time,

I Wanted To Paint Blood

And Flesh P e  e   l   i   n   g Back From Bone

All I Wanted Was A Zombie 

That I Could Call My Own. 

I Guess It Wouldn't Be A Zombie 

Because D

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It Would Be A Girl Like You And Me

Brown Hair/Pink Lips And Shiny White Teeth 

I Wanted To Make Horrible Masks 

And Use My Day To Turn People Into Strangers 

And Make Movie Characters For Horror Films

These Same Hopes fall Loose From Black Hangers.

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Talk 

With People From Earths Corners Who'd Leave With No Trace

I'd Try Not To Stare At Their Needle P      t  Arms

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And Be Desperate To See Past Their Hair/Nails And Face.

I Had Wanted To Help The Worst Of The Addicts 

Free Them Of A Substance With Unyielding [Control]

And Feel The Rewards That Money Fails To Bring Forth

Clock Hands Pushed Plans To Shrink back And Grow Old. 

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Stand 

Beside A Cold Corpse Needing To Be Preserved

I'd Take Out The Organs And Do Up The Hair 

I'd Brush On Some Blush And Not Once Feel Unnerved. 

Now I'm On My Way To Doing None Of These Things

Dreams Of Odd Jobs Clipped So [Short] At The Wire 

1,000,000 Little Careers Living Only In My Head 

I've Barely Begun But I've Already Retired.