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Down Midnight shoreline, down Where the horizon meets the sky We go down Towards Meager but eager, towards Forever inching away from the lie Moving towards [The cold shower wakes you from slumber land where the clouds were only vapour and their atom bomb, shell casing suicide shitstorm was but a nightmare in the mind of the Monarch larvae] You could buy stocks in Halliburton make a cool mil Profit from the prophet, manufacture more than hate Hollow tips, shallow hipped ***** on the pixel paradigm ***** site Third eye magistrate, legislation of the pallid nation Awe-struck in a hazy daze of bullet hole days Don't ******* play with me, sunshine David still has his **** in the mouth of a pig and his own mouth on the great **** of Israel {REDACTED VERSE} So we go Down Midnight shoreline, down Where the horizon meets the sky We go down to baseline loneliness of the soul and tear our clothes from the vessels we sold Down we go, to watch the world end
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
The Inevitable Pulsing Nothing
Down Midnight shoreline, down Where the horizon meets the sky We go down Towards Meager but eager, towards Forever inching away from the lie Moving towards [The cold shower wakes you from slumber land where the clouds were only vapour and their atom bomb, shell casing suicide shitstorm was but a nightmare in the mind of the Monarch larvae] You could buy stocks in Halliburton make a cool mil Profit from the prophet, manufacture more than hate Hollow tips, shallow hipped ***** on the pixel paradigm ***** site Third eye magistrate, legislation of the pallid nation Awe-struck in a hazy daze of bullet hole days Don't ******* play with me, sunshine David still has his **** in the mouth of a pig and his own mouth on the great **** of Israel {REDACTED VERSE} So we go Down Midnight shoreline, down Where the horizon meets the sky We go down to baseline loneliness of the soul and tear our clothes from the vessels we sold Down we go, to watch the world end
"When a person is undergoing trauma induced by electroshock, a feeling of lightheadedness is evidenced; as if one is floating or fluttering like a butterfly." Set the stage for light's down                                                     Fire from the barrel            Power from the saddle Or                                                   in fact                       we could all      r  e  m  e  m  b  e  r                                 the days    we laughed The burden of Damascus Passivity of the already broken.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
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