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The years have passed I thought they mattered In sleeping so long I come disappointed Hip leading foot Perpetually faster Downhill The fads have passed I thought they would end Well, in sleeping so long I come disappointed Kicking up trash Plastered in faces Pretty in package Marketable mouths Dripping lips Told what to say before they understand a thing. The years have passed I thought they mattered In sleeping so long I come disappointed Hip leading foot Perpetually faster Downhill Your best friend sells sugar for pennies and you say it's dirt cheap when you know full well that you can find sweetness herself in leaves. In the near distance fires light the violent sky, violet-black in the orange-red we see when we shut our open eyes. We always saw this coming as our masters asked it from us, but the master never was there when we c r i e d Take my money take my soul give me level ups lest I cry again. .number crunch. .number cruncher. .number crunch. The new human condition took weakness as a sign. We are marked better dead than alive by The World Above
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
The World Above the Hermits
The years have passed I thought they mattered In sleeping so long I come disappointed Hip leading foot Perpetually faster Downhill The fads have passed I thought they would end Well, in sleeping so long I come disappointed Kicking up trash Plastered in faces Pretty in package Marketable mouths Dripping lips Told what to say before they understand a thing. The years have passed I thought they mattered In sleeping so long I come disappointed Hip leading foot Perpetually faster Downhill Your best friend sells sugar for pennies and you say it's dirt cheap when you know full well that you can find sweetness herself in leaves. In the near distance fires light the violent sky, violet-black in the orange-red we see when we shut our open eyes. We always saw this coming as our masters asked it from us, but the master never was there when we c r i e d Take my money take my soul give me level ups lest I cry again. .number crunch. .number cruncher. .number crunch. The new human condition took weakness as a sign. We are marked better dead than alive by The World Above
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Simillacrum
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Simillacrum
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
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