Swatshots - Level

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The paper factory's burning
To the ground.
Better warn the cardboard people
Of this town.

I should take what I've pent up,
Give the fire some help.
Maybe level the Plainfield.
Maybe improve myself.

Such concentrated
Blasts of rage.
Not the sort of thing
You can blame
On a place on Earth...

Oh please.

The drill of God reached down from the sky
To scatter this place across the countryside.
So how can you say that I am so cold
When heaven itself hates this wretched hole?

So dreary and desolate
To a point I can't tolerate.
I don't even care what you believe.
I just want to leave.

The whole state is like this
You will find
By where one lives
One is not defined.

Grip that steering wheel
Till your hands turn blue.
Stumble upon someplace
Big enough for you.

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from SpinTunes #2: Round 1, released October 10, 2010
Swatshots

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