Za's Stair - Juleb Thorne

Juleb Thorne, my baby, soft and warm
You don't talk to my monsters anymore
The thought police have been a gas
But in this too, all things must pass
You don't talk to my monsters anymore

Empathetic guile
Predetermined smile
Empathetic guile
Predetermined smile

All the fake moves and dishonest plays
Yet I love you like a light display
The thought police, once golden
Knew to whom they were beholden
You don't talk to my monsters anymore

Empathetic guile
Predetermined smile
Empathetic guile
Predetermined smile

My parenthetic meaning is compacted
Until those bends are straight and limbs diffracted
All in the name of a code that was redacted
All in the name of a code that was redacted
Juleb Thorne, my baby, soft and warm
The time itself is passing
An intersection massive

Empathetic Guile
Predetermined smile
Empathetic guile
Predetermined smile
You don't talk to my monsters anymore

You said that each and every one of them
Would come to sit outside
In a pigpen with a sign
Along for the Ride
Along for the Ride

Empathetic guile
Predetermined smile
Empathetic guile
Predetermined smile

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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