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Seventeen

See I have no place to go.
Broken head has made me whole.

Yellow stone below me,
Yellow sun above,
Dying in the middle
When the pushing comes to shove.
Biting on a backbone with an angel on my tongue.
Waiting on a vision.

Waiting on a vision.

Seventeen seconds until I go down to my grave.

You can't ask a question,
You have no voice.
Want to go on living,
But you have no choice.
Broken and cut with a second to think,
It's all a lie It's all a lie.

The moment you cut was a lie.

See you and I don't see eye to eye.

But I will skip the pleasantries,
And bring you down upon your knees
And keep you there below me with an eye on the sun above.
And I'm filling up the middle,
Pushing comes to shove.
Biting on a backbone with an angel on my tongue.
Waiting on a vision.

Waiting on a vision.

Seventeen seconds until I go down to my grave.

Ooh...They prop you up drunken,
Those clean little boys.
The one they befriend
Is the one they destroy.
Break you and cut you and leave you to think,
It's all a lie, it's all a lie!

The thing that you need is a lie...

Coming back and he fixes me and I move on,
With the needs of the one.
Can you see when you look and I'm too far away?
Tell me how to go.
And I am the one, and I am the one.

Except!

You can't ask a question,
You have no voice.
Want to go on living,
But you have no choice.
Broken and cut with a second to think,
It's all a lie, it's all a lie!

The moment you cut was a lie.

I will not wish this away.
I will not wait for another day.
I will not wish this away.
I will not wait for another day.
Waiting and questioning, Waiting and questioning.
Waiting and questioning, Waiting and questioning.
Waiting and questioning, Waiting and questioning.
Waiting and questioning, Waiting and questioning.

[And then I realized, like I was shot,]
[shot with a diamond.]
[A diamond bullet right through the forehead.]
[And I thought,]
[My God, the genius of that, the genius.]
[The will to do that.]
(Apocolypse Now - Marlon Brando)

Seventeen