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"Premonitions"
Written October 5, 2002
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You want to see the demons?
They live in each of us.
Poke me, taunt me, try it
You understand the fuss?

I can see through your soul
Blinding colors, no mirror
Through to the apocalypse
This which I fear.

Keep it away, I can't look
I see your death, I see mine
This which we do not understand
The unforgettable sign.

What if I told you your dreams
Your desires, your lusts?
In my mind I struggle
To take heed of what rusts.

As I scream for wants,
Screaming for not,
Repulse and yet drawn
Forth comes the lot.

Save me, abandon me,
Neither does matter
On the window's glass
The rain does patter.

Crush me hard, I want it,
Under the pressure, do I die?
Wait in silence, listen hard
While tragedies do lie.

Under dust, under floorboards
You'll find nothing here
Under pale light of moon
What I seek is not there.

Judge me, toss me aside
Really, see if I care.
The music sways me,
More than I can even bare.