I am the beast, the beast of each, you are blank and alone
I am the beach, the beach in the east, you are a blanket of slow
Home is where you hang yourself some pictures on the wall
And I'm riding the curse of the world to your beck and call
And I am the least, the least of each of everyone I know
And I am a piece, the piece of each that wishes it would have stayed home
Home is where you hang yourself some pictures on the wall
And I'm riding the curse of the world to your beck and call
I am the beast, the beast of each, you are etched in stone


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