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A holy pilgrim downtrodden I once saw the face A goal clear, a path to take No fear No hope of fame But never felt better Now Every single breath i take is leaving me sedated I know just what home i'm looking for And i know just how to make it Mix up life, ****** up this time But living isn't going to save it Out of hate, white hot embrace There's something here to entertain me Finding time to reconcile Dripping good will through an iv A passive medication to alleviate the vile New crime wave Time to turn around Its far too late To take the fathers crown A symbol of atrophy Status reanimate in head space Living through the air waves God knows that its far too late Decrepit in the negative And that's the way you'll find me Dead inside or otherwise Becoming like a zombie Staring at a color or Listen for a note To hit upon a heart-string Played out, made up like an over coat We live between the times The time is stated Above the waking world Come guess what thread i'll next unwind Hanging in the vacuum of a fragile state of mind I am lonely Yeah It's fine.
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
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A holy pilgrim downtrodden I once saw the face A goal clear, a path to take No fear No hope of fame But never felt better Now Every single breath i take is leaving me sedated I know just what home i'm looking for And i know just how to make it Mix up life, ****** up this time But living isn't going to save it Out of hate, white hot embrace There's something here to entertain me Finding time to reconcile Dripping good will through an iv A passive medication to alleviate the vile New crime wave Time to turn around Its far too late To take the fathers crown A symbol of atrophy Status reanimate in head space Living through the air waves God knows that its far too late Decrepit in the negative And that's the way you'll find me Dead inside or otherwise Becoming like a zombie Staring at a color or Listen for a note To hit upon a heart-string Played out, made up like an over coat We live between the times The time is stated Above the waking world Come guess what thread i'll next unwind Hanging in the vacuum of a fragile state of mind I am lonely Yeah It's fine.
Kinda funny.
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
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