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The western horizon points me a new direction tomorrow I will be nowhere as I am today. Half to sunset, another round some pills to chase the pain sunrise warmth and another I soon wont recall. I clocked on in around I'll never forget, the sun in my eyes with *** and sin spread all over my regrets Little white pills like lollies under my tongue Sunset on horizon spreading another day has begun By another's demise I paint the scenes like watercolors in a perfection unseen it's never the thought that kills you. Simply the lack of imagination that leaves you stranded. An old wreck and soon to be dinosaur I have to keep moving or I will fade like all the rest. Surrounded by ghosts and stick thin memories, Sipping marrow from brittle bones, choking on the dust I want to gaze at the horizon and never see another sunset because, honestly, that fiery ball of hunger and regret gets to go to bed each night and let's the day forget There are miles I will continue to fathom losing bits of myself along the way In the dust of mile posts nothing remains Just scorched earth and bad memories.
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
Blood And Gears
The western horizon points me a new direction tomorrow I will be nowhere as I am today. Half to sunset, another round some pills to chase the pain sunrise warmth and another I soon wont recall. I clocked on in around I'll never forget, the sun in my eyes with *** and sin spread all over my regrets Little white pills like lollies under my tongue Sunset on horizon spreading another day has begun By another's demise I paint the scenes like watercolors in a perfection unseen it's never the thought that kills you. Simply the lack of imagination that leaves you stranded. An old wreck and soon to be dinosaur I have to keep moving or I will fade like all the rest. Surrounded by ghosts and stick thin memories, Sipping marrow from brittle bones, choking on the dust I want to gaze at the horizon and never see another sunset because, honestly, that fiery ball of hunger and regret gets to go to bed each night and let's the day forget There are miles I will continue to fathom losing bits of myself along the way In the dust of mile posts nothing remains Just scorched earth and bad memories.
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
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