I'm placing the words right next to eachother
Rhyming them together
Because apparently they sound better
Every sentence to the letter
Just think about writing them for some reason
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The police never arrive
You never called
Just placed here for no one to find
This should be a new verse I suppose
And it should rhyme
Doesn't really matter
No one will know
Hard to care, I'm only a mime

Pulling into the empty station, word association
Prodding creation
The son of the son of the son of the son
Same ****** surgeons gun
Brand new life that's how it's spun
Sounds more like rolling dice
Gambling, that's fun

Crazy how the mist moves
I cant see it anymore for the objects
I cant see it anymore
Haaugh - a new sound
The way the mist goes
Replaced with objects
The videos
Plays the memories backwards
Seeking it forwards
It's good enough to be the truth
If I didn't know any better I would gather it up
Crazy how the mist goes
Love stones
Line breaks everywhere
Care free territory
Literally
I'm telling you this means nothing
On the paper
It never matters
Pppppourous
People flatten
Clapping when it gets around that time
Time to get going
Crazy how the mist goes

In my mind it's different
My mind isn't different
Same old material
Same old objects
Same old videos
But they play them backwards here
And it's crazy how the mist moves

It's x-ray
It's crazy
It's mispelled
It's TV
Don't **** me
I need this
Don't **** me in this mist

We're all God's here
Proper nouns apparently
A fine line drawn between two definitions
I lack the definition definitely

The face of truth
A plasticine thing
Prodding at it makes me laugh desperately
Right next to
Not inside
A Plasticine suicide

Just a kid I've heard
Some things just end
Ah you'll never learn
Trying to make these things bend

I could be whatever I want to be
The human destiny
Or a fly on the wall of a brand new reality

I woke up again
And had a day
To me I lent
I have to stay
Lonely repent
It isn't mine
My head so tangled
All the time
Can never figure out
When to shout
Where's the time I spent
It left and never came back
Live for nothing
Over and over
Pretend it's something
Can't access myself
The interface too complex
Next
Next
Next
Next

I'm trying so hard to live for myself
Not the invisible folk who pick at my head
Twisted fiction claws up my throat
Pieces of heart spit back out

Spent many nights wretching
Trying to wash them out
Now I supress them
Squashed heads of doubt
Read all about
It just can't be real

Just give me a chance and I'll prove that I exist
Just someone please prove my souls not myth
Scrape off the excess
Off the filth and the pith
Remove this rotten abscess
It makes me feel sick

A simple mind
A tapping noise
Some light I like
The problems solved
That's alright
Its always been
The warmth I need beneath my feet
The marks are there, the basic lines
The rubbing out of no idea

11:11 the patterns please me
I can hold on
Every day
Sporadic shed
A new me peeks round the corners of tomorrow's tomorrow
Meal deal: contains dead ducks and creature flavoured crisps
Abstracting the detail only leaves me with this
Write it down in hopes it's what you actually feel
Marketing and Typography
Made to heal
I wonder if people think like this
Look into the eyes of strangers and try and see what they seek
Lunch and a brand new jacket
Makes them feel unique