when the thieves pray for more loot, who can hear them? in heaven or in hell? let the wind know, let the wind know if you forget your name the wind will still blow your thoughts away when the whores pray for more wages, who can hear them? whose job is it to care? in heaven or in hell? let the clouds know, let the clouds know if you forget your name the rain will wet your hair anyway please, love me not the teddy bears and dolls are all asleep now this factory of dreams is a delusion there is no path through the house of terrors the neon signs were all lying tell me what pay is worth playing a nameless agent a role with so many angry lines in a play called "I wish I were rich" befriended and adored only by the three-headed snake of familiar spirit? [weeping is heard in the clouds but the streets are dry] please, love me not when the hands tired of work and hearts hardened by adversity rise in thanksgiving prayer why is the snake still speak...
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