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Time to take the time.. To flip out to the other side of the golden-dime.
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Sweet songs, My dear Nefertieri's Eyes.......... And today, all those bluebirds aren't escaping into the cage of solitude.
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Midnight ice packs on my sunrise eyes...... Red-patent on my stilted heels, the lies I'll walk for you twice.....
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Washed around me into this night..... French daggers for plastic hearts hold this silence tight.
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Running away & running far, the night is turning the bleach into shining stars. The phone is ringing off the hook, & I'm feeling like it was a life that I took.
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The gold is at its hottest now
Melting our opposite sexes together like violins & old-fashioned synthesizers
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Sitting with composure & a shaky demeanor, I follow the music's heart till' ice.
I feel now I am past the usual.
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I don't play dress-up with this doll in terms of thinking her to be my pink plastic addiction.
She's invisible like the rest of the boys panicking on the greasy strip pole.
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Purge The Violence...... ohhh baby she screams in silence...
~Secret codes.....devouring themselves by that church.
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-yeah he loved the apathy.......
He graced the hearts of too many obsessed little girls [& boys] .justbarely.
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Sexless souls with glitter in their step.
Did i explain the plan he made for you?
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Let me crawl inside your mind once again.
Set the freedom bells ringing in your enemies' favor.
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That night was like a twilight heart......
& I wanna wander in a graveyard of survivors like some music class student.
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I was up all night baby....mabey it was that star card in the tarot deck.
I locked myself in doors, like some dirty gypsy that predicted what was to unfold...
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We waste away in the light, barely enough to face the truth of a criminal smile.
I can't stand those candy-colored rings, & a devouring nature of the public things.
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Pristine trails of the annihilation of what once was....
She laid naked on the black sands, that dressed her secrets.
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Its cold on the inside like that brand new fashion,
Just like some lower generation superstition.
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The music has diminished, faded in truth; administered to the present moment destroyer....
I don't crawl back, I strike up a constant ring of out of tune reality in your broken ear-drums.
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You love to dilute my blood from that of bubbling stomach acid & pre-formed barbie-legs.
I float upstream with love on my fried mind, thinking of you asleep with famous star-blades.
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I run down the halls with a gun...
Mirrors surrounding me like a fun-house.
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[I summoned the nerve to find this time and space, where their hearts long to embrace.
Theres no need for some moon to tease me with her superstition tonight.
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Yesterday was of the youngest years for her soul......so untouched by realty's grasp.
She was spared by the warm winds; they wanted to preserve the winter daughter's heart of black.
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Closing in, I feel my ego become drugged by a swift kiss of self-induced fallen enlightenment.
Horrible whispers come falling like twinkling tyrants spoken by my unconscious eyes.
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I'd like to paint a picture of your hatred in forms of poison-fed flowers in insanity's garden.
These days I look through eyes of deception & faulty perception to float above it all.
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Sometimes its so dangerous to fight those black expressions in the whitest of nights....
One sick arrangement, unlocked a slue of red tempered glass window panes....
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I love the way you got me lost, you must be my God....
Those memories are like purple mustard-gas, they washed me a little too clean.
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By this time she was dripping in solitude, in the Free-Love theater of destiny's disaster.
She is bound & gagged in tangled up Silver-Screen film....
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You are like a finely compromised Electronic disaster [waiting to shine in a new-age store]
I caught you in the act yesterday, around Germany's time frame...like your hourglass eyes....
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Last night I dreamt with poor mental reception; which left me begging for alignment.....
Poll-Dancers [thelittlegayboys]; congregate next store in apartment #7.
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Walking by in synthetic surroundings, in an ultra-support corset,
I found a dream, as she yells to me, "put on the show."
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The faithless tipsy pink idol of garage sex will announce the pervert's arrival on my metro planet.
Too much color will kill you, and igni
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Things were critical, as the black petroleum painted me a spiritual frown.
Incredible minds filled with royal-heir misconstrue their queen's crown.
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My heart is waning like the lunar prophecies, in rebellion as friends.
Finally I found relaxation, I found you....
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