Re: MIND CONTROL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY
AN INTERLUDE
I am what I am
Nothing more and nothing less
Of that, I'm certain, you've heard me confess
On that, I can rest my soul
Not half, but whole
Not stripped bare
But, clothed
In my flesh
Raw and bold
I stand and stare you in the face
and there you are glued to the floor
with your feet
cemented in place
cause
you can't believe
you see
my face
But, here I am
and I must confess
this is the best
I've ever been
Me
In the raw
in the flesh
naked and exposed
slowly putting on my clothes
walking through the door
once more
and there you stand before me
naked and bare
stripped and in the flesh
how does it feel
I ask you
to be so exposed
cause you didn't think
I was capable
but, I am
and now you know
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