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Those were just words, I know it Lost sounds that flew by in space Could not have been misdirected Felt like a slap in the face Is it the point of a story To draw a picture in flame? I grew a heart in molting Pleasure got beat down by shame And every last person on this big ole fat earth Was given a chance to make their own worth But those were just words, I wrote 'em Movements and shadows out my mouth Daunted and bored and faulty High hopes are bleeding me out And every crying baby, shut up Crowds in exodus, all stuck in the mud Sickening prayers and poems Open doors slammed in a rage Take a good look at the mirror Only a figure in frame