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Captive of the Sun

My misophonia brought the faders up,

now she's a military grade,

in Dolby surround around 5.1.

Cue the barking from the baritone

conductor in the pit for the car honk duet.

Half-tone harmony from the sewer.

Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer.

Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans,

call 911! We got therapy demands.

Philharmonic got a first chair car crash.

Pan the falsetto to smash the glass.

It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse.

A melody abandoned in the key of New York.Where nothing comes after.

I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters.

I don't get out. I don't have fun.

Living like a captive of the sun.I sightread the chart, clap the rocks into sand.

A 12-pass van on a pot-hold bandstand.

Got an oil-can hangover by default,

and trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt.

Skull shaking cadence of the 'J' train rolls.

Rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse.

Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort

to the melody abandoned in the key of New York.Where nothing comes after.

I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters.

I don't get out. I don't have fun.

Living like a captive of the sun.

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