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I drive away from the scene of the accident blood on my broken windshield I can't turn away Take my hands off the wheel I wanna give up control Too late to hit the brakes we've gone too far and much too fast to rewind Born among the evil in the land of the leader child-snatchers and their basement hobbs rooms we love our former leaders and the ****** empire a smell of corruption, fraternities we don't mind a little lie for our nation's alibi I love you home sweet home I'm dangerous a little paranoid I'm broken by the world 88 is my number and the tattoo on my neck I am the real patriot don't treat me like an idiot I'm the one to fear you can't make me disappear I've got no future I've got nothing to lose I've got no future I've got nothing to lose I turn my head away I close my eyes I don't wanna look at you Too late to hit the brakes we've gone too far and much too fast our love won't last I've got no future I've got nothing to lose
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
hackmonocut
in the land of basement hobby rooms
I drive away from the scene of the accident blood on my broken windshield I can't turn away Take my hands off the wheel I wanna give up control Too late to hit the brakes we've gone too far and much too fast to rewind Born among the evil in the land of the leader child-snatchers and their basement hobbs rooms we love our former leaders and the ****** empire a smell of corruption, fraternities we don't mind a little lie for our nation's alibi I love you home sweet home I'm dangerous a little paranoid I'm broken by the world 88 is my number and the tattoo on my neck I am the real patriot don't treat me like an idiot I'm the one to fear you can't make me disappear I've got no future I've got nothing to lose I've got no future I've got nothing to lose I turn my head away I close my eyes I don't wanna look at you Too late to hit the brakes we've gone too far and much too fast our love won't last I've got no future I've got nothing to lose
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Red petal maw Growing wide And Gasping deep On the sill like skin Grown Ink bled red Making scrawled critique in patches And the poppy addled spring Blooming rich and red All over the ward Till the air smells sweet And clean and white Dancing in the rattle draft till the breath grows soft And still I saw the hemorrhaged gorge of deeper red That welled inside him Like the blossom When I pressed his hand And held his head I watched the wither Beside him in the night Wondering with him at the dreams of dying poppies At the furrows of their season The Welting swollen purple and blue Heaving And dripped in IV's Pluming in blood And pooling its petals One by one Like forget me not At the crest of spring Making breathing a shallow Easy thing Forgotten among the poppy's blossom
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
jordan-hoiberg
Charlie Hobbs
Red petal maw Growing wide And Gasping deep On the sill like skin Grown Ink bled red Making scrawled critique in patches And the poppy addled spring Blooming rich and red All over the ward Till the air smells sweet And clean and white Dancing in the rattle draft till the breath grows soft And still I saw the hemorrhaged gorge of deeper red That welled inside him Like the blossom When I pressed his hand And held his head I watched the wither Beside him in the night Wondering with him at the dreams of dying poppies At the furrows of their season The Welting swollen purple and blue Heaving And dripped in IV's Pluming in blood And pooling its petals One by one Like forget me not At the crest of spring Making breathing a shallow Easy thing Forgotten among the poppy's blossom
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