A fist begins, gains a feeble prey. The bumbles have been buzzing in its veins; the hive is busy humming, and the decibels are growing. All cavities are spilling violently. I am trying to allow it out in steady, cautious streams -- paving it in even, level planes. But reactionary looks I'm receiving are inevitable roots, making escapes through the surface I've created.

I'm pulling over to the gutter. Open-throated nausea hinted it all night. I've been stomaching too many phoney chuckles out of narrow mouths. And now I'm thinking they're about to bust on out.

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CN Tower (Battle Hymn) song meanings
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