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Inspired by The Mars Volta Encased in, tubular, too much too fast, written again with music in the background! Screams now or be they babies?  Here it's more with talking, psychedelic naturally! Complete the creativity contract stingy stars stealin' popcorn RIPS, and I can feel it coming to me.  Groaning, rhyming with the rather outer despite the order AND GO! Build up, build up who wants a build up? Pause. Groove to me my Ukraine tartar! Make no sense, make it so hard you can't understand where it or was she GOING, go, go, go! Membrane skin saturate thy kin with separating spin so I can't fuckin' breathe! Correct my sins or be you scared to talk to pins though they your friends. The tack is in to lift paper from she and she can't see.  Are you a man or a mouse or anthropomorphic spouse of any of these fleeing an-i-mals?!  I find in the mirror myself and beer to drown the pain or discomforting disdain I can't quite get it right anymore therefore goodbye all truly universally bleeding.  I say goodbye to my past and won't come to grip with it!  GRIP your children's ears but it is you who doesn't want to hear.  You cover their eyes because of the size of daybreak rise!  Rise to the occasional borderline street sign between Inspired by Tool I will explode into the stars, become all of them, but all in sparkle of another's eye I can't rip this mind any further, or else it'll break and snap and slow-mo crack May, may, may, may you starve, breathe, sink, rise, steep, leap, creep into my parallel like a feeling Demented in this way due to you, the closest I'll ever get Five years, apparently not enough to forget Five years, without you Five years, and you still break into my dreams Five years
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
Brunette Corridor
Inspired by The Mars Volta Encased in, tubular, too much too fast, written again with music in the background! Screams now or be they babies?  Here it's more with talking, psychedelic naturally! Complete the creativity contract stingy stars stealin' popcorn RIPS, and I can feel it coming to me.  Groaning, rhyming with the rather outer despite the order AND GO! Build up, build up who wants a build up? Pause. Groove to me my Ukraine tartar! Make no sense, make it so hard you can't understand where it or was she GOING, go, go, go! Membrane skin saturate thy kin with separating spin so I can't fuckin' breathe! Correct my sins or be you scared to talk to pins though they your friends. The tack is in to lift paper from she and she can't see.  Are you a man or a mouse or anthropomorphic spouse of any of these fleeing an-i-mals?!  I find in the mirror myself and beer to drown the pain or discomforting disdain I can't quite get it right anymore therefore goodbye all truly universally bleeding.  I say goodbye to my past and won't come to grip with it!  GRIP your children's ears but it is you who doesn't want to hear.  You cover their eyes because of the size of daybreak rise!  Rise to the occasional borderline street sign between Inspired by Tool I will explode into the stars, become all of them, but all in sparkle of another's eye I can't rip this mind any further, or else it'll break and snap and slow-mo crack May, may, may, may you starve, breathe, sink, rise, steep, leap, creep into my parallel like a feeling Demented in this way due to you, the closest I'll ever get Five years, apparently not enough to forget Five years, without you Five years, and you still break into my dreams Five years
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
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