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Last night I was on the fence feeling out my own relative survival caught somewhere between rock bottom and a dark place At the end of my own wits I thought I could paint my presence With a flick of the wrist Opened up to reveal the divine DNA pouring itself out into a bath tub that gave it away Caught red-handed in a pool of blood Drowning evidence Slipping down the drains back into the ocean of the time I killed Doctor, Doctor turn me into a machine I want to feel intentionless So the madness manifests into some ironic twist of self-directed fate With a flick of the wrist Writhing this steering mechanism into dissonance With my Dark Passenger Check the rearview The past relapses
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Doctor, Doctor Turn Me Into A Machine
Last night I was on the fence feeling out my own relative survival caught somewhere between rock bottom and a dark place At the end of my own wits I thought I could paint my presence With a flick of the wrist Opened up to reveal the divine DNA pouring itself out into a bath tub that gave it away Caught red-handed in a pool of blood Drowning evidence Slipping down the drains back into the ocean of the time I killed Doctor, Doctor turn me into a machine I want to feel intentionless So the madness manifests into some ironic twist of self-directed fate With a flick of the wrist Writhing this steering mechanism into dissonance With my Dark Passenger Check the rearview The past relapses
02-07-2k13
kenny
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kenny
M/American
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
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