The beggars hold their cups
I'm the walking dead
A skeleton brittle boned fear
There's a game
Fuck you and your pretension
I am left to erase reality
Filling the cracks with empty space
I'm scratching at the surface
Of the air you breathe
I'm calling
The world is listening
It's my avenue
Trudging dark streets
A starless sky
It's black
As I carve my Braille words
On your eyes .....
Lend me your ears
I'm a travesty
And the beggar holds his cup
I spit on the ground
You walk on by
Tossing your change on the ground .
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