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Jim Caroll - Pools of Mercury

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Sirens begin, the red light spins

Hungry go the thieves



Bettys in the sandbox trying to detox

She always wears long sleeves



Desdemona in a red kimona cant get off the bench

Her bolts are fused, her limbs cant move

Someone better find a wrench



Got no past, they cant last

Futures like a curse

Whats best for them is always bought

At the price of something worse



Wrens heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes

Her babys in a brillo box

Shes on one knee with key after key

Trying to find the right lock

By the pulp of her fears

And the shape of her tears

You can tell tomorrows weather

She bends her skin in the shape of her sins

To keep herself together



Got no past, they cant last

The futures like a hearse

Whats best for them is always bought

At the price of something worse



Got no past, I cant last

The futures like a curse

Im swimming in pools of mercury

Making sense of the end of the century



They want to -- outside

They want to -- outside

They want to scream outside

They want to search outside

They want to lose outside

They want to beg outside

They want to have sex outside

They want to -- outside

They want to pray outside

They want to buy outside

They want to dream outside

They want to pine outside

They want to -- outside

They want to sleep

They only want to be alone outside



Carls been burned

Better return him back to central casting

Jen grows weaker her soul sneakers

Are useless without laces

So she rides the snake till she grows wings

And flies to better places



Got no past, they cant last

The futures like a hearse

Whats best for them is always bought

At the price of something worse



Got no past, I cant last

The futures like a curse

Im swimming in pools of mercury

Making sense of the end of the century



Its dawn, their faces worn

Rain like a female feathers

Im swimming in pools of mercury

Making sense of the end of the century



Got no past, they cant last

The futures like a hearse

Whats best for them is always bought

At the price of something worse

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