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[Author's Note: These are song lyrics.] When I'm pining for the power to yield Breaking all the branches I seize Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes I can't see for the trees I level With the shallow playing field Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you Delicately drafting Inconspicuously crafting The grand facade before you Where my art lies The best is underwhelming When it comes to helping How I promised I woul... So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime Modeling the modern stage Perforating patience with a paradox In place of where the sophist meets the sage I level With the hallowed bottom line Hopeful like the point of a nail Architecture fractures In apocalyptic rapture Where false frameworks prevail There my heart lies The beat is overwhelming When it comes to helping How I swore I could I guess I'm knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Excess Will not lead to progress Will not let me access What I learned I should Rid me of Termites Crawling into airtight Trademarks of my disguise Make me decide I'm good When I'm just knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood © Michal Czechak 2016
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
the carpenter
[Author's Note: These are song lyrics.] When I'm pining for the power to yield Breaking all the branches I seize Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes I can't see for the trees I level With the shallow playing field Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you Delicately drafting Inconspicuously crafting The grand facade before you Where my art lies The best is underwhelming When it comes to helping How I promised I woul... So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime Modeling the modern stage Perforating patience with a paradox In place of where the sophist meets the sage I level With the hallowed bottom line Hopeful like the point of a nail Architecture fractures In apocalyptic rapture Where false frameworks prevail There my heart lies The beat is overwhelming When it comes to helping How I swore I could I guess I'm knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Excess Will not lead to progress Will not let me access What I learned I should Rid me of Termites Crawling into airtight Trademarks of my disguise Make me decide I'm good When I'm just knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood © Michal Czechak 2016
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michal-czechak
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
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