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My dreams have a Hollywood camera feel I see myself standing giving a good yell, hell No matter what I be doin', I know that camera never be sleepin' On me, it has to stay creepin' My mind state is always dreamin', imagine A man whose lives in dreamland Yea that’s me, believe it if you can. Fantastical. Adventures. Mr. Fox is dead, he left his head, Or wait, the tail. I use it as my vial, Hidden are my coerced thoughts. The camera pans right, watch me fight. The camera pans left, watch the death, Of reality, for it’s all a fallacy. We are all lost Following a Shepard, confused Lost and mistaken. This camera, promotes what has been taken, Our souls. Escaping through the peepholes of our consciousness, leaving behind only traces of our former glory, where personification was unthinkable and Natures laws included humans. Rain was not push button controlled, and you couldn’t tell snow to blow. Where water was free and not bottled for clarity. yea, this camera controls me. stealing my memories, gee. who would have thought. a digital dream--catcher. except this time it catches, my happiness, desires, and dreams, real motivation is killed.
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
Digital Dreamcatchers
My dreams have a Hollywood camera feel I see myself standing giving a good yell, hell No matter what I be doin', I know that camera never be sleepin' On me, it has to stay creepin' My mind state is always dreamin', imagine A man whose lives in dreamland Yea that’s me, believe it if you can. Fantastical. Adventures. Mr. Fox is dead, he left his head, Or wait, the tail. I use it as my vial, Hidden are my coerced thoughts. The camera pans right, watch me fight. The camera pans left, watch the death, Of reality, for it’s all a fallacy. We are all lost Following a Shepard, confused Lost and mistaken. This camera, promotes what has been taken, Our souls. Escaping through the peepholes of our consciousness, leaving behind only traces of our former glory, where personification was unthinkable and Natures laws included humans. Rain was not push button controlled, and you couldn’t tell snow to blow. Where water was free and not bottled for clarity. yea, this camera controls me. stealing my memories, gee. who would have thought. a digital dream--catcher. except this time it catches, my happiness, desires, and dreams, real motivation is killed.
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
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