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Eyes gone dull, receding into comatose Fingers full of dirt and hope, spinning sunflower Power and lack thereof, the perception of those above looking down at the masses These clashes seem to me, a supply chain theory, I want what you got, bombs pour out Military industrial ore, we pour out the lifeblood of our children for soil Foil snake, famished toil, ****** boils your tea Three, one two many, send me space bound, no suit Acute, angles I'm not seeing, the masses are fleeing, into the commonplace complacency of creatures of comfort Watch the fort burn down, all your pretty ideas, replaced, rejected, genocides neglected That's a bet, kid, I seek, you hid, cheese slid off the ******* jack pop snap Lapdog lullabys, sticky morning crust in our eyes Swatting at radioactive flies, landing on my lips and your hips The road dips and tumbles, rumble strips and gravel licks Rifle clicks on empty, nobody sent me, I came here on my own, mobile phone to the dome locked lengthways Stingrays and hot water, burning protein venom The waves are crashing down but the swell is just beginning
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Room for creamer
Eyes gone dull, receding into comatose Fingers full of dirt and hope, spinning sunflower Power and lack thereof, the perception of those above looking down at the masses These clashes seem to me, a supply chain theory, I want what you got, bombs pour out Military industrial ore, we pour out the lifeblood of our children for soil Foil snake, famished toil, ****** boils your tea Three, one two many, send me space bound, no suit Acute, angles I'm not seeing, the masses are fleeing, into the commonplace complacency of creatures of comfort Watch the fort burn down, all your pretty ideas, replaced, rejected, genocides neglected That's a bet, kid, I seek, you hid, cheese slid off the ******* jack pop snap Lapdog lullabys, sticky morning crust in our eyes Swatting at radioactive flies, landing on my lips and your hips The road dips and tumbles, rumble strips and gravel licks Rifle clicks on empty, nobody sent me, I came here on my own, mobile phone to the dome locked lengthways Stingrays and hot water, burning protein venom The waves are crashing down but the swell is just beginning
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
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