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Worn pages and steel are my only permanents; you scowl at the vowels while I prepare consonants.
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The ecstacy of gold pours into my head
Over the tired souls I use to go
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Wet porcelain walls transmogrified The shyest of lips dipped in discourse
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Unable to forge.
The medium is corrupt.
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I'm scared, baby
I'm terrified out of my head
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The dark day is ahead, soon to be followed by the dawn.
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I am an outcast of this society
Where the argument is always about red or blue
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An insomniac develops inspiration through the white light of divination given off by his computer screen
Struck in the ribs by the constant concentrated beams of apathy and greed
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I listen to the masses and cast fast glances where they are needed to bleed the throats of abusive men so the message is spilled all over the walls again.
Sin makes the perfect pen to write out the massive mistakes i
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Can you feel my heart race as I taste what once was at one point in time or another?
The time moves as a pyroclastic flow, moving quickly
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wake up in a cold sweat
panic grips my chest
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Laid out
Covered by a blanket
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How are we living with no mind?
Do the clothes really make the man?
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Is this who you are?
A slave to your hidden urge?
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You were there
You're still real
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It's 5 am when the alarm goes off
your slacks are doffed and pre-pressed by your imaginary mate
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I hope to do enough that men wish death upon me
In the end I will die while I fulfill my dreams
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He flows downstream touching on many different banks / His mind clear as the river, on all experience drawing a blank / The silt dredged up from the years before blinds him / As the river flows, clarity once again finds
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To the world at large, I say fuck you / You can kill the men but you can't kill the truth / I will take another swig of sweet vermouth / Wh
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I have a dream where we all live free Where I am equal to you, just like you are to me
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