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TORN TO SHREDS

There's no name for it
No cure for it
No healing
The feeling inside
Only it's getting out now
And tracking you down
So you run and it always catches you
Always tears you into shreds
And then howling dogs, hungry dogs, mad dogs
Dogs with too many teeth
Rip you up, rip you down and
Have their way with you.

IN PAIN AND PEACE

GUITARS ARE SCREAMING THEIR POWER CHORDS
HOWLING, WAILING, SCREECHING
SHRIEKING
IN UNADULTERATED PLEASURE
AND PAIN
AND PEACE
GETTING LOUDER AND LOUDER AND
FASTER AND FASTER
AND BLEEDING REDDER AND REDDER AND
SWEETER AND SWEETER AND
HARDER AND HARDER

AND THEN IT STOPS

BROKEN, SPLINTERED
POWER CHORDS ARE LEFT HANGING
DYING IN THE AIR