I AM AT TIMES A POOL OF BROKEN HEAD SKULLS
AND RAZOR BLADE NINJA CHOPPING MADNESS
RAGE IS IMMENSE BUT CLEVERAPTURE
TEARS FALLING LIKE SHATTERED GLASS
FALLING FROM IT'S WINDOW PAINS
CONTROL HAS NO HOME HERE IN MY PALMS
ONLY A GYPSY'S VISIONS OF TRICKS TAKE PLAY THERE
BOARDER LINES ARE CROSSED AS VISIONS OF TITLE WAVES CRASH IN
TO MAKE A LOUD STATEMENT
THIS CORE OF MY HEART IS POINTLESS AND INDIRECT
I HAVE MEANT TO PUT MYSELF FIRST
LIFT MY HEAD UP DURING DRAGONS CROSS FIRE IN THIS LIVING ROOM
BUT THERE IS ALWAYS A BULLET CATCHING LIFE IN THERE
IN MY HEAD, TRAVELING DOWN MY HEART
WHERE THINGS ARE BROKEN EVEN MORE AND DROWNED IN LUKEWARM PUDDLES

DISGUSTING WHAT RAGE DOES TO YOU
IT CAN TURN DOWN VOLUMES AND SKIP SPRING TIME COLORS
EVERYTHING IS A REBOUND
YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO FIGHT TO GET BACK WHAT WAS ONCE SO BRIGHT

... YOUR SANITY.

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