Under the Skin of a Skeleton Zebra

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Not Nothing

Crawling on the floor to the, to the
Place where I can pin up pain and
Searching for more there, there
In the crowded circus of the w’s

Make this a head banging ball
And I’ll be dancing
Loving the inferno here
‘Cause it is not nothing

I wait until dawn - wait until
I’m waiting for stars to call you
I wait until dawn - wait until
I’m waiting for gods to call you
I wait until dawn - wait until
I’m waiting for you to fall before me
you to fall

Crawling on the floor to the, to the
Place where you can burn my bridges and
See me seeing me there, there
Dancing, dancing…