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作曲 : Hodgson, Smith |
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He's seen it.In the mirror.In windows.The eyes of his colleagues.His so called friends. |
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He's seen it sprouting.Growing.Where the hair once was.Where the hair was now gone. |
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His head.His skull.Growing.Pushing.Sprouting.And it got worse. |
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Morning after morning.First a centimetre.Then an inch.Upwards.Always upwards. |
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To the sky.The stars.The sun.His bathroom ceiling.But when he touched it, there was nothing.Only bone.Only skin.Only his head. |
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His head and mind growing further away.Deeper.He could have put it in a bag.His head.He could have ended it all. |
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But there were holes.Always holes.So he was left with the hats.Oh yeah, there were hats. Hats to keep the water off and the heat in. |
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Trendy hats.Stylish hats.Hats they wouldn't notice.Hats to stop the stares.Hats to push his eyes to the ground. |
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To push his away from theirs. But they didn't last.It grew beyond that.And he couldn't hide it anymore.They would all see it. |
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What he was becoming.What he was now.He thought of the layers of his skull.The bulb at the centre. |
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He thought of the doctors smile.The card from the office. |
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He thought of it all, all that would scare him.The smell when they were doing it. |
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The tears of the surgeon.The imaginary clean metal.The roasting in the sun.The dicing. |
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All that was left was all that bothered him. |
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The fact that it would grow forever.Until he was gone and it would be all that was left. |