My name is an empty vehicle
My name is an empty vehicle.
It carries no man Just skin and bones. Like the farm hand working his sickle.
My name is an empty vehicle. With every word it changes. With every lie it believes Like a truant riding away his bicycle.
My name is an empty vehicle. It needs the driver to rein the horses. Be my shotgun,join my name Make a carriage of this empty vehicle
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