Salvador (feat. Thom Mathewson)

I want to be numb
and empty inside
when you pull the trigger,
flower in a broken jar,
prisoner in my own car,

images without consequence,
non-sequitur,
drawing lines off the map,
driving to a bitter end,

south of the equator,
south of Salvador,
out of the equation,
off to anywhere.

Handsome executioner
gives me some of his own fruit,
rocks me in a silken hammock,
feeds me to the limit.

Images without consequence,
non-sequitur,
everlasting, utter pleasure,
killed by my own hands,

south of the equator,
south of Salvador,
out of the equation,
off to anywhere.



Credits
Writer(s): Walter Solon
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