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Sep 2018
Exactly on target, we shoot words with silence
In each glare of violence, we re-do the stylings
Of mental athletics, brains jumping through hoops made of fire
We tight rope across all of these verbal tripwires
Got your thoughts in a circus the ringmasters nervous
But **** he deserves it Oh god I deserve it

The rambling I'm ambling I'm scrambling to make it back home
Screaming how did this happen
I softened my landing but still fell with passion
I've laid a foundation but misread the pavement
Got ****** up and ****** down, I'm raining these statements
Is this what the pain meant? My minds train in derailment

I love, the moments, that I spend, beside you
But crumple, inside in, the moments, I lie to you
Lost in verbal warfare tounge twister suicide I'm fighting a battle to my death my heart and brain either way it goes I know I'll feel the pain I'm talking lying to myself so convinced I speak the truth, that when you catch me in my lies, just know I think I caught me too

Tripping on the patches of ice built from frozen tears.
Got a semi-conductive, convulsing electrical jukebox, playing some music to die for to die to
I'm slipping on brain juice, I'm hoping it stained you, I'm driving this nail under influential musings, right through my skull
Dulling the pain turning to my drug
Breathing in the ashes of a devastating love

And it's tuned to the doves
The peace of mind in my lungs
All i keep is the love
You take it all and then some
Cause I've been running on E
But life has never been this easy
Written by
Avestani  27/M/In My Head
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