Heart of Plastic

I have a heart of plastic — my brain is full of sand

My soul is made of wiffle balls — your wish not my command

I feel you in the shadows — your horns are shining bright

(There’s nothing here inside my frame, to warm your flesh tonight.)

So heed my lust free warning — hold close the pain we love

Look not to me for holy wine — but to the black above

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agw