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Crushed in a slow time racing pattern continuously moving backwards We can only live while we lose Emotionally losing our minds as we portray many personas like actors In a lake bed who will forever chase the goose What sound does the centipede make while it crawls in your ear Try your best to stay alive With all these failing circuits Then realize it doesn't matter the situation You still won't be liked Like you use to be Beauty is skin deep And bones are lovely So sit and let it burrow deep My centipede Even enthusiasm can heal But not regenerate wounds by far They just turn into scars How deep the centipede seeps  It won't make you weep
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
centipede
Crushed in a slow time racing pattern continuously moving backwards We can only live while we lose Emotionally losing our minds as we portray many personas like actors In a lake bed who will forever chase the goose What sound does the centipede make while it crawls in your ear Try your best to stay alive With all these failing circuits Then realize it doesn't matter the situation You still won't be liked Like you use to be Beauty is skin deep And bones are lovely So sit and let it burrow deep My centipede Even enthusiasm can heal But not regenerate wounds by far They just turn into scars How deep the centipede seeps  It won't make you weep
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
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