Slap me some sick shit
Something I’d dream about tonight
A wriggling worm through my head and ears
I’ll crawl unto you like an alien vine

Your fingers, my tremors
Your six strings, my flavors
Fresh cuts in past tense
Such gold words, my sentence

Scream me back my soul
Something that would swallow me whole
A piercing salve that transcends my skin
My Hippocratic Oath to my medicine

Your fingers, my tremors
Your six strings, my flavors
Fresh cuts in past tense
Such gold words, my sentence

Your fingers, my tremors
Your six strings, my flavors
Fresh cuts in past tense
Such gold words, my sentence

Your lines are my flight
And your scale is my sight
Your lines are my flight
And your scale is my sight
Let the grind begin
Let the grind begin
Be absolved from all our sins

(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez
Licking Lyrics for my husband’s band

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4 thoughts on “Manifesto

    1. Oh my goooooooooods. Thank you very much Rebecca Dawn! I’ll follow through.🙂

      You don’t know how obese my heart is right now, it’s very touching and I’m very grateful🙂 Have a great year ahead Rebecca!

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