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Polar-noon Highroad
04:36
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De-Coherent Blue
05:13
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Of all the interwinding, mind you, driving this cab underwater, and all the forests i'm finding, dispose of an olden problem passenger side.
Last night the rain fell through my window and on to a stack of knowledge in form of spines, pages, and border page notes. The only one that was soaked, was the one that I wrote.
They say i'm not a stranger and when history fluctuated symmetry they say i'm not a stranger how benevolent my de-coherent friend.
I am not a stranger. I am now estranged.
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Travels
06:04
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The Right To Collapse
06:01
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the coping and motivating, the typical dilated hatred.
in this reaching out, am I still asking nicely?
all the "meritorious" pain ever dealt, I know you got
pleasure out of it/was your only fix.
and now I howl upon the moon and hope you scream.
Where do you get the nerve? can I have some?
When the sense of numb is warning me, get away,
enemy, your everything but good for me.
Because you don't know how to do the "right" thing.
your fucking crazy, how are you not like me?
When you dont know how to do the right thing,
your fucking crazy. weak like me.
Deception. even in apologies, deception.
Witness your own sickening collapse over me,
now a face is burning me to the third degree.
They all want the same. dwelling on, your game.
oh baby are you cold? I dont care. Will I whisper
"are you hurt, my love?" no, I dont care.
another manipulation, you'd turn away, "no! come back"
and look at me like i'm the god damn worst
department store mannequin you've ever seen.
cuz I am what I am, and I know I am.
but you don't know how to do the "right" thing.
your fucking crazy. When everythings backwords,
shit gets weird and you love it cuz your so "misunderstood"
When you dont know how to do the right thing, your fucking crazy.
weak like me.
Look me in the eyes, and lie.
saturated guilt. such a pretty girl.
pulsing and pouring hell.
dare you speak of love now?
waste my time. waste my time.
i'd erase the bad now,
but I know that you'd rather waste my time.
didnt want to howl at every moon in every eye,
so whos the wolf now? howling at you.
dancing to the squall, a dying wolf could see it all
was just a waste of time. howling at you.
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