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You're a satellite that relays pain Synchronizing circles in my brain While signaling shame To come join the game You present a mighty mystery That makes my sanity history From agony that is blistering That's what your wit serves me The ambiguity Is slowly ruining My innate ingenuity Yet I must act intuitively You're a satellite in the air In desperate need of repairs I ask to see your schematics I'm told I'm being dramatic I float through space and time After losing this race of lies Along with the grace of mine While stuck in the pace of grind Before too long I answer wrong A one-sided game of ping-pong And your attitude is singsong Not caring if something's wrong Outside of the Earth's atmosphere The sun is to be feared Because it doesn't care I experience a solar flare Then the gamma rays poke holes in my cells Until I'm eventually in hell With a satellite that can't communicate Only ruminate On information already gathered So there is no room for me But until an asteroid splatter There will be signals I see
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
Signals
You're a satellite that relays pain Synchronizing circles in my brain While signaling shame To come join the game You present a mighty mystery That makes my sanity history From agony that is blistering That's what your wit serves me The ambiguity Is slowly ruining My innate ingenuity Yet I must act intuitively You're a satellite in the air In desperate need of repairs I ask to see your schematics I'm told I'm being dramatic I float through space and time After losing this race of lies Along with the grace of mine While stuck in the pace of grind Before too long I answer wrong A one-sided game of ping-pong And your attitude is singsong Not caring if something's wrong Outside of the Earth's atmosphere The sun is to be feared Because it doesn't care I experience a solar flare Then the gamma rays poke holes in my cells Until I'm eventually in hell With a satellite that can't communicate Only ruminate On information already gathered So there is no room for me But until an asteroid splatter There will be signals I see
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andrew-rueter
30/M/Kentucky
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
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