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Where will you be when the room starts to swirl and the patterns on the floor aren’t patterns anymore? Wow, you sure do have a pretty shiiinnneeeee… We share visions of the other side- When you stare off into space, does the air ever shiver? Shivers like you can see past the crafty mask of your happy home. It’s cold in this house. And the door just won’t stay closed. The river’s eaten your children while you’ve been fixing your hollow face. Wow, you sure do have a phony smillllleeeeeeee… Somewhere in your routine you’ll find peace. Somewhere in your peace you’ll find your answers. And after you’ve found your filthy truths you’ll wither away into the eternal wrinkles of dawn.
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Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
Shivers
Where will you be when the room starts to swirl and the patterns on the floor aren’t patterns anymore? Wow, you sure do have a pretty shiiinnneeeee… We share visions of the other side- When you stare off into space, does the air ever shiver? Shivers like you can see past the crafty mask of your happy home. It’s cold in this house. And the door just won’t stay closed. The river’s eaten your children while you’ve been fixing your hollow face. Wow, you sure do have a phony smillllleeeeeeee… Somewhere in your routine you’ll find peace. Somewhere in your peace you’ll find your answers. And after you’ve found your filthy truths you’ll wither away into the eternal wrinkles of dawn.
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Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
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