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"Lessen the exposure" Living under pressure, I'm a child inside And with playground advice The battery acid ran into my veins It bled out in a fit And I'm bending beneath all the weight of it I questioned the wiring And became the monster from the myths I am a polar opposite Destructive in the face of blamelessness Thorough with an exit wound that was never planned Guilt is in the medicine bottles Nature is a fickle thing I am a wild thing It was all a wild scheme To pit us all against our instincts An arena built on etched old bones And Gorgon's limestone It was all a straight line up ahead A straight play I had just misread I bludgeoned it upon head And now it's in the backyard, dead. I am a crooked silhouette Never arc of the covenant Sorry for my generator mind And then a hundred thousand times.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
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"Lessen the exposure" Living under pressure, I'm a child inside And with playground advice The battery acid ran into my veins It bled out in a fit And I'm bending beneath all the weight of it I questioned the wiring And became the monster from the myths I am a polar opposite Destructive in the face of blamelessness Thorough with an exit wound that was never planned Guilt is in the medicine bottles Nature is a fickle thing I am a wild thing It was all a wild scheme To pit us all against our instincts An arena built on etched old bones And Gorgon's limestone It was all a straight line up ahead A straight play I had just misread I bludgeoned it upon head And now it's in the backyard, dead. I am a crooked silhouette Never arc of the covenant Sorry for my generator mind And then a hundred thousand times.
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Aug 14, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
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