[00:19.41]the sections of glass
[00:21.33]are romancing my brain
[00:23.65]underground speech keeps
[00:26.35]me laughing again at
[00:28.66]the hair on the trees
[00:31.04]as the canvases melt
[00:33.11]the fits of traps and
[00:35.53]the different stories told
[00:39.76]
[00:43.87]i realize i’m tired from
[00:45.62]the endless talking
[00:48.39]this is the day that
[00:50.65]could spare me the trouble
[00:52.85]we’re hopeless and now
[00:55.22]we’re bottomed out
[00:58.24]whether or not it matters
[01:01.02]doesn’t matter
[01:04.63]
[01:22.18]stones and rocks for
[01:24.24]the purpose of stepping
[01:26.61]the audience grieves
[01:29.01]while the actor is crying
[01:31.52]the table is shaky but
[01:33.63]it holds all the trophies
[01:36.44]making my way through
[01:38.66]the long cold empty hall
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