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hast found epiphany wrapped in a reverie
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Neck stretched out showing my lack of discipline
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it tares with teeth a primal scream
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its the sounds of insanity provoking the anger held in memory
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sinking into liquid complacency
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its the sounds of insanity
provoking the anger held in memory
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eyes heavy
requests begging consciousness to sit a little longer
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my expectations run warm like a million miles per hour with each pump shoving life through openings like every wish and longing and misinterpretation of reality flowing out and in spelling out FUCK YOU'S on the wall in white
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Like an apparition appearing in the sand as the waves lap at its feet.
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The angry orange speaks such sweet vulgarity
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silent sterile moon shine pulling filthy waves up to lap at my feet in cool repetition
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Time measures decay and fate draws lines criss crossing the teetering dominoes
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Tears scrambling down rosy red and under chin
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space makes separate, time measures decay
and fate draws lines
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Your mornings medicated weak and pretentious scared moments as small as you were vicious now and weak to face anything obviously
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the bile beasts savory wet anticipation impossible to consider
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Give a kiss
and hold on tight
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I suggest you wear a helmet before you venture to far... There are gears and rusty things buzz-whirring a frenzy of stop and go and a teari
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im reaching and clinging
to slippery surfaces
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I stood there with heat in my chest
I stood there ready to test
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Disgust traced out in ciggerette smoke and observation.
So familiar with goodbyes
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He takes you
opens the door
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Subconcious wreck of dreams
reminding and remembering
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I tripped on a heart and found an angel
I took her wings and flew into the sun
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I found goodbye in a sun set
as darkness took me and placed me on this new mountain.
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I've found purpose
and I threw it away
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God damned my memory
But what is history but a fable agreed upon
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black and warm and comforting
red is what I'm following
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Smoke and shadows
Yet the sunshine still seems too bright.
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I cleared my throat and coughed up a blessing / Bloody fucking tampon / I carry a knife to say I love you / Because this heat isnt enough to sweat out this misery / I need to bleed / This sound is never endi
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All lined up in perfect violence... Rows upon rows of infinity
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Present time dictates,
regret is living in the past.
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Vibrations echo relative meaning speaking gods cursed gift the language of ambiguity...
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