Bloomsbury Boxcutter by Readymade
Barton's in the hall
New York was in the clouds
Sepia attack
Write the play, insomniac
Johnny, let it go
There's nothing here to see
Stand black clad among depraved
Smoke a fag and stay awake
Barton cries in bed
On truth, he depends
Johnny hits his head
Don't wait for the world's end
Travis, calm your heart
Because no one ever loves
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