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Yell at the indignity of abscence and cringe in the shadows All is lost upon the alters of discovery We still cant feel a thing The breaths are taken too far We are too relaxed Hair is too long Eyes have too much light The seldom perfect night is leaning towards reaccurance And pulled over the eyes of the ones who can really see We hallucinate and devote it to realism We observe real truth and put it on the brain backburner To be torn up and chewed into creative gold 28.6 years in the hole for innocence Freedom for unending criminality This is just throw up and dying fish Dead air with angel wings Blue hair and red eyes Make everybit your suffering Sleep when you're dead Dream about real life
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Waking Down
Yell at the indignity of abscence and cringe in the shadows All is lost upon the alters of discovery We still cant feel a thing The breaths are taken too far We are too relaxed Hair is too long Eyes have too much light The seldom perfect night is leaning towards reaccurance And pulled over the eyes of the ones who can really see We hallucinate and devote it to realism We observe real truth and put it on the brain backburner To be torn up and chewed into creative gold 28.6 years in the hole for innocence Freedom for unending criminality This is just throw up and dying fish Dead air with angel wings Blue hair and red eyes Make everybit your suffering Sleep when you're dead Dream about real life
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
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