So he started writing, but then he started thinking...
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So he started writing, but then he started thinking...
Wish you well, the nights aren't as cold anymore Here come the tears, but we both knew summer was coming
Grit my teeth\ Cut my sleeve\ Die in peace\ Pass my genes\
Hey there, smoker what's happened to the moaner, broke first the line that broke the puff in the first place til now an' pushed me to the brink of death in the first pl- STOP! LOOK AT ME HERE IN aLL My ... glOrRey!! puff. . . oh ok. That's cool let's go
Detriment ---------Falling ----------------Body Parts The Fall continues Darkness's will haunts in translucence Letting you see what you're losing As you fall deeper into the pit -----------------------------------------Escapism --------------------------------No chance -----------------------Incubated The Cycle remains fixed Ghosts sing songs of self-hatred Their siren chants spread their hollow form The sparkle of their tears dazzles their victim Forgetfulness -------------Draining ---------------------Resources The Personal Power sleeps One stays isolated, trapped, in a world with bars made of perception Heavy, is the crown of thoughts and feelings My actions do not show my screams, but my habits do show my night terrors ---------------------------------------------------------Starched -------------------------------------------------Brooding ----------------------------Swelling of the heart The Insecurity self-sustains The dreams awaken the eyes Moments of introversion revelate Prison becomes sanctuary The Waters That Be induce chemical reactions Light to water, water to body
So — here again, Strange — as always, Café — in french? typical, Funny — how we always meet at the stroke of each minute, Almost — like the last time was a past life, It Begins — A new encounter each time, Hugging — at the frontier of a new life, each existence, Sweet — is the moment, the fruit we eat, the coffee we drink, The things we say — the moments we share
"The rubble lies at the castle's wake!" and the bishop grows a garden in the blood Missionary tales paint caustic consequences - crunching men like chocolate From one end — to another, the peace we hold holds us from the peace we seek There is no fight, no victory, but an end to the massacre Unshaken peace becomes comfort Unawakened comfort becomes sleep Sleep becomes death If vigour will cause me to live then let my blood bubble like wine The work is in the ease and in the fear To go beyond what is known to my shadow Moving into somewhere with no forward The chaos that swallows, and jails with its teeth No mercy can be given without retribution Those who stay in the shroud, cry and laugh They are now jackals, guard dogs to the world of the broken Once the illusion is dissolved The Pearl of Peace shall fall at your feet Glowing, in the castle's wake.
The stars continue to fluster may I come into your view? The soul looks dark tonight But the mind looks bright today A child is born but never birthed The produce, the milk of the universal radiation The microwaves wash me of doubt they wash me of happiness The power to fall has been realised White has now found black My eyes see now instead of my thoughts The artist's imagination blocks his intuition To create he must become free To succeed he must learn how to be
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and fuck me.
AyyaayyayyyYAAYYYY
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AyyaayyaaaayyyyYAAAAYYY!!!!
*Holds chest*
*Falls to ground*
*Feels pain*
*Cries*
[END OF SONG]