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Falling down the windy planes, Go diving down until insane, Dropping into a wonderland, Spiraling like a living fan, From little eyes made out of glass, Looking into the shadow past, Seeing myself wake up again, Restart the new simulation I'm a hider, you're a seeker. When did I become a peeker? No running there's no stopping. I can't stop myself from crying. Why do I keep freaking trying? I can't stop myself from crying. I can't stop this ******* crying. Please help me stop ******* crying. From plastic beds to rocky roads, I've lost my mind, I've woke up cold, When did I get into green robes? I am a sacrificed lost soul, I can't help thinkin' I am dreamin' My head can't work when it is steamin' I've gone insane, i'm falling down, A bird diving into the ground. A bird diving into the ground. Chained to the concrete rained-on ground. I've lost my head, seeing in red, I'm not the same as I once said, I won't go down till I am dead, Next, to the next, that's being led.
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
Bird Dive
Falling down the windy planes, Go diving down until insane, Dropping into a wonderland, Spiraling like a living fan, From little eyes made out of glass, Looking into the shadow past, Seeing myself wake up again, Restart the new simulation I'm a hider, you're a seeker. When did I become a peeker? No running there's no stopping. I can't stop myself from crying. Why do I keep freaking trying? I can't stop myself from crying. I can't stop this ******* crying. Please help me stop ******* crying. From plastic beds to rocky roads, I've lost my mind, I've woke up cold, When did I get into green robes? I am a sacrificed lost soul, I can't help thinkin' I am dreamin' My head can't work when it is steamin' I've gone insane, i'm falling down, A bird diving into the ground. A bird diving into the ground. Chained to the concrete rained-on ground. I've lost my head, seeing in red, I'm not the same as I once said, I won't go down till I am dead, Next, to the next, that's being led.
Inspired. We're all a little loopy.
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
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