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Audience Of One
An audience of one
Committing acts of violence
Towards the rising sun
Without a knife, or bullet
Because money is no object
Its a nasty kind of fun
Made notes to myself
To get over what I needed
To resolve, wrote down
On the bulletin board
I'm way too uninvolved
In a world that revolves
I'm an audience of one
Trying to calm my mind
Trying to steady the hands
Out of touch with the times
An audience of one
Lagging further behind
But I'm watching for subtle
Clues, my eyes are glued
On all of you, fixated
You might say
On the minutia
Of wasting away
Our days
The garbage is filing
My heart, I dump it
On the curb, toxic swamps
I step through, in an
Environment for the disturbed
You cannot conserve
All you can't preserve
Is a man undone
Something you deserved
I'm an audience of one
With blinding speed
My mouth runs
I'm an audience
Of one, but
Zero is my ideal sum