Bleed from the depths of the earth
Sit still for its your time of birth
So set your life free and explore the wild
For you are john does inner child
A child that came to play but has no toys
Full of sorrow, no wait I meant joy
So mary-go-round and hold her hand
Express the violence across the land
Tear up your mind and scream silent whispers
Fire the wrench in your throat, but don’t burn your whiskers
Take a deep breath as you pass mothers opening legs
That child is defeated as dad pleads and begs
The day your inner child has left is the saddest day you encounter
So lay on the kitchen floor with passion and be a fish…a flounder
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