20 February 2009
+ epilepsy is dancing +
As I came to a screaming
Hold me while I'm dreaming
For my fingers are curling
And I cannot breathe
Then I cried in the kitchen
How I'd seen your ghost witching
There's a soldering blue line
Between my eyes
Cut me in quadrants
Leave me in the corner
Ooh now, it's passing
Ooh now, I'm dancing
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