Varieties of 365 opposite weaving through your hair like the snakes of later gorgon
Extracting pain from lesions cauterized,
The time has caught up with me but not with you,
I understand
Pushing further results in the win but you tied the white flag around your polar throat,
Waltzed into places I loved with high hopes;
Now knowledge feels like a house with the guts bled out,
Walls and veins a front yard masterpiece
You said I wasn't allowed,
So now I say you're not allowed,
And now You may never be fully in again
(That goes to show just what I know,
I seclude my thoughts by choice
And you look so alien, alien, alien)
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
Varieties of 365 opposite weaving through your hair like the snakes of later gorgon
Extracting pain from lesions cauterized,
The time has caught up with me but not with you,
I understand
Pushing further results in the win but you tied the white flag around your polar throat,
Waltzed into places I loved with high hopes;
Now knowledge feels like a house with the guts bled out,
Walls and veins a front yard masterpiece
You said I wasn't allowed,
So now I say you're not allowed,
And now You may never be fully in again
(That goes to show just what I know,
I seclude my thoughts by choice
And you look so alien, alien, alien)
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