Lyrics Thrown - Bodega
Watch
the
thrown
Watch
the
thrown
And
I
was
thrown
here
by
chance
And
I
was
targeted
by
new
age
ads
Spent
most
of
my
days
in
a
trance
But
I
have
two
feet
now
to
under-stand
My
molecules
change
yet
I
remain
I
weave
and
unweave
my
image
The
king
and
the
prince
Ghost
Protagonist
Idealist
Perverter
Cuckold
Bull
Film:
triptychs,
nudes,
multitudes
Artist
statement:
Hear
what's
passed
in
you
And
find
in
the
world
without
actuality
And
find
that
the
world
is
without
My
brain
is
a
train
and
it's
due
for
a
collision
There's
a
body
on
the
track
I'm
due
for
a
decision
My
brain
is
a
train
It's
due
for
a
collision
With
my
body
on
the
track
I'm
due
for
a
decision
We're
thrown
Not
here
by
chance
And
I'm
surrounded
by
bureaucrats
And
I
was
cold
called
by
two
democrats
Who
said
'senators
thrown'
Still
failing
the
class
Yet
inside
me:
Bermuda
Triangle
Jester
Gambler
Idiot
Troll
Graceful
Grateful
Patient
Stoic
Puritan
Conservist
Arson
- Well
Exaggerist
Both
hippie
and
punk
Fiercely
loyal
Will
jump
ship
A
bundle
of
impressions
Impressionable
See
what
I
say
is
not
what
I
think
But
a
reaction
to
the
itch
on
my
back
A
reaction
to
the
six
of
this
pack
A
reaction
to
the
kick
on
this
track
A
reaction
to
celebrity
master
class
And
I
was
thrown
here
by
chance
And
I'm
compounded
of
three
authored
acts
At
this
moment
loathing
at
the
glass
At
this
moment
and
always
I
am
wearing
a
mask
And
I
was
thrown
here
by
chance
Shipwrecked
Court
side
In
a
trance
I
was
targeted
by
big
rock
ads
Gave
both
of
my
soles
just
to
play
in
the
band
Thrown
Here
by
chance
Shipwrecked
Court
side
In
a
trance
Thrown
by
a
glare
inside
of
a
glance
That
said
none
of
this
fear
appeared
by
chance
Thrown
Here
by
chance
What's
left
is
loathing
Caught
in
a
dance
And
I'm
thrown
Still
not
stuck
in
a
plan
See
none
of
what's
here
appeared
by
chance
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