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drain it out, drain it out drain me of pollution in my burning soul cloudy days destroy tattoos on people stuck in my head and to hear the cries of people looking for rights(andwrongs) i don't need a star and i don't need a connection betweenotherworldythings drain it out, everything the doubt the senses the emotion this background buzz obliterates my eardrums ----------------------------------------------------- into the sea of people again no one looks at me you've ruined it i sink into some sink, down the hole- - falling i can't understand why you don't want to drain me out of you and why i can't drain you out of me it's the nightmare that just keeps going and going and flashes of faces of your face just eat the hole just eat the whole lot impressing the press and the hole and ripping me apart (with your eyes) the rambling and the falling will stop one day, (I think i'll just have a little taste) I have pressed i have pressed I have pressed i have pressed you down to your core as you have pressed me but nothing has been drained out except my invisible energy- that is the pleasure of life
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Drain Me Out as I Try to Drain You Out
drain it out, drain it out drain me of pollution in my burning soul cloudy days destroy tattoos on people stuck in my head and to hear the cries of people looking for rights(andwrongs) i don't need a star and i don't need a connection betweenotherworldythings drain it out, everything the doubt the senses the emotion this background buzz obliterates my eardrums ----------------------------------------------------- into the sea of people again no one looks at me you've ruined it i sink into some sink, down the hole- - falling i can't understand why you don't want to drain me out of you and why i can't drain you out of me it's the nightmare that just keeps going and going and flashes of faces of your face just eat the hole just eat the whole lot impressing the press and the hole and ripping me apart (with your eyes) the rambling and the falling will stop one day, (I think i'll just have a little taste) I have pressed i have pressed I have pressed i have pressed you down to your core as you have pressed me but nothing has been drained out except my invisible energy- that is the pleasure of life
OkSayer
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
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