Where are my eyes? Where are my eyes?
Lost is my ability
to pick out all the subtleties.
I pledge allegiance to the middle ground.
Why can't I feel? Why can't I feel?
Caught up in the stocks and papers of
kissing rooms (I'll tell you later).
I pledge allegiance to the middle ground.
Gorilla stalks the fields and lives the sun.
Gorilla beats his chest and fears no-one.
Lost in the steaming jungle of railway trains.
Must I always be the same?
I had no right to kill the ape.
How do I love? How do I love?
How can I indulge in passion
when it has fallen from our fashion?
I pledge allegiance to the middle ground.
I killed the ape. I killed the ape.
I've eaten all my broken words.
I've lived inside my passive verbs.
I pledge allegiance to the middle ground.
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