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Theres a form in the path, bloated seed that you cast |
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It distracts as it breathes, from the cracks that it leaves |
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Gorgon screens, time congeals round the mind |
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Till I'm sealed, like a fly trapped in grease |
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Losing limbs, a metaphore for your land locked dreams |
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A cross hung, in dead air |
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Your gelatinous words will not penetrate there. |
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Your consent is just a fiction manufactured to the letter |
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Protected from yourself by someone who knows better |
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Fate keepers, in constipated linear structures |
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Each puppet works a puppet, think you can ever stop it? |
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Crystalised my mouth dries, the gap yawns to the size |
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Of impossible loss and I'm fully transported and |
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Standing at the ice hacking at the surface, |
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Forms loom beneath it a well that holds a timeless secret. |
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I wont sit silent by. |
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Don't you secretly sigh for |
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A way to bridge the dark and endless spaces |
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The void left by apathy and sucking need? |
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If each atom touches to every other |
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I'll generate send the wave riding out. |
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I am not buying; you are trying my patience |
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Invest my mind in a sounder kind of gold |
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The yolk nourishing, here within lies a stronger hold |
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Bolder words unfolding a cooler, older, absurder version |
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I wont be casting any worthless aspersions |
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You took my name and number from a gift list |
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Insist this is the cheapest, latest |
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Fortunes are attached, no risks asterisked |
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I am a seed carried high across the sky of infinite life |
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If I get stripped of my wings |
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I will be dropping headlong at a world so gone |
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Sponsored by, fixed the score |
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Blame who induced, introduced this meglomanic war |
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No cure-all preparation for a fundamental human flaw |
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And we still want more |
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A million gobs, all teeth, grief and screaming |
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Faceless tantrum, repressed fury becomes |
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Dead and doldrum |
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I cannot centre; I'm hell-bent and burning |
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Open and undone expose the empty answers, someone |
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I wont sit silent by. |
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This war is bloodless and silent |
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Relentlessly tightened |
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Majesticaly subtle |
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Adjusting the totals |
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My reason and purpose |
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My body is worthless |
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Aware as if heightened |
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The subtext is fat |
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A gobfull of grease |
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And they like it like that |
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But im alive underneath |
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A kind of firewheel centre says |
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"The lies are obese" |
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I wont sit silent by. |
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This aint kansas |
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I recognise you |
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I think I can taste blood |
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I cant feel my legs |