The General impression
that the fading away bit
had already taken place
But something still stirred
Like the fortitude of cellos - But only what they've faced
its like you’ve chugged
someone else’s blood
it would look so hurt
but its on the inside
pouring boiling water over jello
but its already been made
The recipe had taken place
That part is over
oh contain yourself
“Its in a container”
Settle down
-“I am a settler”
-of this fair land
-
-you belong here
-its not fair
-You cant do wrong
-But where?
but its worn.
There is this consensus
you are washed up
but whats a shore?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
The General impression
that the fading away bit
had already taken place
But something still stirred
Like the fortitude of cellos - But only what they've faced
its like you’ve chugged
someone else’s blood
it would look so hurt
but its on the inside
pouring boiling water over jello
but its already been made
The recipe had taken place
That part is over
oh contain yourself
“Its in a container”
Settle down
-“I am a settler”
-of this fair land
-
-you belong here
-its not fair
-You cant do wrong
-But where?
but its worn.
There is this consensus
you are washed up
but whats a shore?
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