Ground control
to impulse control
are you in control?
What's your frequency?
Whats your vibration?
Your resonation
has resigned
from the radar
Too many astral planes crashing
Lost like a sacrifice
to the island
of isolation
My mind's a loaded weapon
Too many triggers
to finger
BANG
temptation
This is lust
for little deaths
of inspiration
This is dreams of debauchery
This is the self-prescribed
nightmare of reality
Waking up to hangovers
from a rope
in the basement
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Ground control
to impulse control
are you in control?
What's your frequency?
Whats your vibration?
Your resonation
has resigned
from the radar
Too many astral planes crashing
Lost like a sacrifice
to the island
of isolation
My mind's a loaded weapon
Too many triggers
to finger
BANG
temptation
This is lust
for little deaths
of inspiration
This is dreams of debauchery
This is the self-prescribed
nightmare of reality
Waking up to hangovers
from a rope
in the basement
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