Woke up this morning, feels like forever since the mourning of your name...
In shame I hid tethered to fame, a blind grain of sand against a slimy flame
I'm gaining momentum like rain, a zany feelin' bein' clean
weaning myself off the draining lifestyle, my grind paid in dreams
My time stood-still, feels like December when your clever weather was stormy
I grew gills and stormed on...
A starship trooper in September, I ran around in embers
no space vacuum in dust, I grin and shoulder on
In my holster a wand, it sings songs about wrongs
atrocities gonged through the city, a **** hit of infinity
I stare behind me and see her one last time in the rust of spaces left between us
I know she will not see this, i'm just a bleeding creature...
So whisper feels like forever
...Leave it
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
Woke up this morning, feels like forever since the mourning of your name...
In shame I hid tethered to fame, a blind grain of sand against a slimy flame
I'm gaining momentum like rain, a zany feelin' bein' clean
weaning myself off the draining lifestyle, my grind paid in dreams
My time stood-still, feels like December when your clever weather was stormy
I grew gills and stormed on...
A starship trooper in September, I ran around in embers
no space vacuum in dust, I grin and shoulder on
In my holster a wand, it sings songs about wrongs
atrocities gonged through the city, a **** hit of infinity
I stare behind me and see her one last time in the rust of spaces left between us
I know she will not see this, i'm just a bleeding creature...
So whisper feels like forever
...Leave it
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