Persistent mystic faults my vision
Its like always this point of collision
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Three pound of grey
About to burst
Inside my three pound
Universe
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Symbols I've been given to express my goal
Always come up short
You know they just don't get that low
Quick release chemicals strike with incomprehensible precision
Bio organic electronics targeting microscopic destinations of devastation
Cleaner than light
Meaner than a laser fight in the night 2000
Billions of micro maniacs unknown to most as the uncontrollable soldiers
Of suffering succotash
Instantaneous infiltration leaves me with a case of bustation, frustration
Alone in the constellation of alienation, detached from empty conversation
I wait,
I wait
For the waaaaaave to break