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I wish on a daily basis that it didn't feel this way Something so intangible to escape as your own head
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If I had only known such toxicity before
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If only I had lit the preverbial torch
Amongst hundreds in Saigon
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If only I could breathe it in
This mass khaos of transcendence
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Terror sparkled in his eyes
On the peak of a great expedition
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It seemed to have struck a cord
That resonated a eulogy
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Sterile white linen sheets
Respirator beeps
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Can you see me?
Just the same as your tragedies
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She's a vision
As she prays her Daddy doesn't wake
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Deep inside my head
My soul was plucked from among the stars
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I was mesmerized by the iridescence of your lies
Sparkling with SINcerity
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So it's the final liquidation
The soul reapers come to bid
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It sweltered in my mouth
A hot metallic fountain
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You're a consumer
Of priceless luxuries
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My eyes become strawberry swirls
My feet no longer touching the ground
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In between courtyard lunches
And sporadic bass rifts
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The light reflects the evenings song
Of perilous and mournful highs and lows
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It's my rude awakening
My all apology
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You're so pretty
So skinny and tan
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The enigmatic scent of the bar room
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So I’m finally in the shadows
A minute fragment upon the cold concrete wall
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It's hard for me to swallow
Even the pain for someone else
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I've built my towers high
I've grown my defenses strong
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My thoughts under totalitarian grasp
I felt my stomach clench as the voices coated the background
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The days are fleeting by
With little concern to emotions
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I've followed suit into your 40 legions
Cast out of all the glory I once beheld
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My mind can’t make sense of this
It’s bewildering to my eyes
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It was past hide and seek
Past the Barbie dolls and playing pretend
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My faith in this is fading / It's beaten black and blue / You're making it even harder / For me to follow you / I can cry out for an answer / I can weep away the pain / But looking in your eyes / I only see disd
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I can't take it back / That furrow in your brow / That deep inner disaster / That bad taste inside your mouth / Your baby is addictive / I'm to twistedly sweet / I'm atop all of their mountains / But I'm sitting
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And their blood was spilled upon the ground / For pride, for country, for glory / “You were born to die for Germany” / The fascist lips would spew / Embedding political insects into their eardrums / And one was over
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The waters are stagnate here / There isn’t even a wind to rustle the leaves / Sound resonates nothingness / And the sun is a constant spotlight on my frame / Even breathing is scarce here / But the one thing that ex
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