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Constant
02:29
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You won’t escape a mind . You’re a constant for its life. A vessel for what’s disguised, dreams are a glance inside. Minds breed eternal light. Death’s only your demise
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Obsessed
01:57
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Map your world to fit a scheme, sit alone plot everything. Recruit some minions, socialize. Condition runts to give you more.Bet you want it all, an image so fine you’d fuck it
Own more than you’ll ever need, work hard to pave your status dream. Arrogance to match your pseudo perfect body, hide imperfections by attacking other people’s self-esteem.
I’m the rat you tied down, infected to hold though your better alone. The more I think about it you’re a leech that cracks when no one is in sight , you’ve got a bed in your reputation you sleep in every night. Show a glimpse of a natural flaw around anyone else and it’ll eat you up, inside.
ALWAYS MORE, OUTRIGHT WHORE
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Hallway
02:04
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Plot a plant inside the ruins, a plan like running through a wall. A place where sunlight dims and cowers at the new world. Don’t heal the burn, it stops us all.
Throw a rock against a landmine, posing a threat to make a choice. Seconds quiver still it’s so hard to make decisions. Stay on the path, and face the blow.
If you’re afraid to make the run, the fate won’t change , the decision has been stunned. A LIFE LIKE LIVING IN A HALLWAY.
Expect progress through a dependent, but still things never get quite done. Watch and wait as forever turns to never. You failed move, worse than a try.
With a fear to open doors and explore a room, your lack of motive leads to certain doom, sit still in hesitation clinging comfortably and sad as the hallway you adore goes on forever and ever til never.
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React
02:31
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I saw you coming, I had a second to decide, what would make the best impression to be one of the guys ,Knew I had to…
Rise above pressure, say the right thing, make the right gesture, be the same.
I felt so nervous as I called out your name , with the whole party watching my night could go to shame I gotta… Rise above pressure, say the right thing, make the right gesture, be the same.
Don’t rest, keep your composure, stay stressed. Your carrying such a weight to keep holding up, the social mask parading all your faults.
I’ll tell a joke that you laughed at once before so I’m sure to get acceptance and approval even more If I can…
I’ve been trying so hard and I even changed my clothes, you got drunk and embarrassed me in front of everyone you know, now my reputations gone and I’ll never have friends. AHHHHHHHHH
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Moron
02:59
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Words mean nothing anymore, I’m your problem offending alone, all your worth inside.A vagrant condensed to a flailing disguise. Reflections can’t lie to my own eyes. A wonderer so lost there’s not home in himself, no warmth where this loner lies.
No type of bond’s too strong with anyone, rip apart a friendship to gain a want. (2nd time) No type of bond’s too strong with anyone , rip apart friendships to gain a want that’s superficial.
Something dawned inside a moron, why not wrong two at a time. You’re not wrong your just a moron. To do what’s wrong you’re right on time.
What’s the point, I’ll only rely on my alibi’s, trip over words like an idiot, paving smooth your sighs, lie by omission. Anything to soften the blow, sincerely declaring goodbye, to the one you’ll never know…and no type of ……
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Observer
02:28
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In a small filled room you can see almost anyone ,I watched you drink as you talked and talked with or without response. I bet you love to hear your voice. I bet you’d talk all night if the crowd would permit. Lowered inhibitions share what you hide from everyone. That vulnerabilities foreign and complex so you left the room. Then you drew on the face of the guy passed out. You drew a big fat cock and a load of cum. It’s not funny when it’s not for fun.
Sit and laugh all night at the expense of anyone, It’s obvious that your pride feeds solely fears or are you well aware of the act you portray and do it anyway. You can’t kid a kidder I know what I saw. Cause I was there.
In a small filled room I can feel what you think of me. “That weird kid in the corner of the room , man he’s pissing me off. He said I’m stereotypical, a feeble minded parasite or some nerdy shit like that. He said my acts been recycled, he said you must have had some asshole write your script for you". You’ll get mad and say “you’ll kick my ass”, put on your best macho act, prove to your friends you’re so fucking cool!
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Nerve
03:34
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Quit your fucking noise.
Talking way too loud , in my ear , just because we both are here “SO WHATS NEW, HOW YOU BEEN” With friends its different . but we both know you don't give a fuck what I say.
RESPONSE IS WHAT YOU WANT, NOT WHAT I CARE FOR, our conversations wasting time. I’M IN CAPTIVITY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM hearing you.
You go on and on and on, I’ve never waited so long. I could leave what’s become awkward but I was taught manners but if I had the nerve I’d say. Don’t think of something to say. Cause I won’t care anyway.
TIME AND TIME again I’m stuck in conversation with the same old lines, as though we can’t exchange, anything real, just (talk about) everyday occurrences ‘like I can’t tell how the fucking weather is today?”
We’ve accepted, void communication down to its dull edge THAT it’s now a social norm, (to) segregate our topic OF conversation based on time and place. Never revealing what we think it’s just fixed sentences (that feel) empty on the way out. Noise becomes words with there’s something felt in what your saying.
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Masochist
01:51
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I wanna be the one you always are unfaithful to, cut violently so you can feel me inside. I’ll be the one you use when you don’t want no one to see. I’ll be wherever you are. I’ll cum on your command, we’ll meet where you can walk away, I feel much better knowing i'll be betrayed. I wanna be who you are. I wanna be your discard. I wanna go for a ride.
I love the skirt you wear your stench is calling to me , come bite those lips so you can delicately bleed. Treat me like an aborted child you deceived, sucked out and forgot. I wanna feel where it rots.
The cuts on your legs make you that much more attractive to me, the love for beating only I’ll understand, I’ll cherish your broken hand. I wanna be your man.
I wanna go for a ride, I wanna go for a ride, suck and fuck me.
You’ll beat me senseless and we'll share stories of our broken dreams, Fuck to forget so come and fuck me away. I need you desperately, I fiend to feel defeat inside. I’ll be the love of your life.
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9. |
Time
03:05
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Picture in your mind, a contradictive view of time. Time as a filter to an assembly line, standards through culture to consume your life. Passed down moralities hold all that you worth, bias vomit fed from your valued grower. Time is less of your time to grow but more to slave to what’s already known.
All presume to consume and breed, human life’s more want than need, to have is what we want it for, give nothing and take more.
Time don’t pass cause it fucking surrounds me , proof of conditioning from years ago. Memories to comfort a life, slaved to scrap board titled “time”. Read the script it’s all the same, for any lifestyle you weren’t there to create. So far engrained there’s no place for a self. Escape survives in your living hell.
It’s strange to realize that I’m no different. It’s strange to watch myself be out “there”. There to judge , there to feed egoed eyes. Too influenced to say I’m myself.
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Sleep
07:41
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A passing thought in my head, leaves pulsing burns in my brain. My freeing consciousness views a world of sleep.
Dim the lights, cower the eyes, walls will lose meaning when there is no sky. No limits to a mind. I’LL FEEL SO LITTLE ! Dopamine seduced by lies, artificial love repressing sighs. A search reaching demise.
All resolve falls weak from tired eyes.
I excrete decay, I release the cost, somatic loss, as I doze off, to where I’ll feel so little… BLIND ! Paralyzed I feel fine , I just need a little , calming dose I suppose, can I get a little time to sleep it off , but thoughts don’t leave a mind.
I don’t dream for a better day because I want to be a part of an art I call “ I don’t care”.
Still my dreams carry me I just need a little, Time to see clarity but traditions cloud every chance I have at a new imagination. All resolve falls weak from tired eyes.
Having lost all energy, to live a fixed life, ignore truth cause it’s negative and carry on. You look so proud but I know who you are, point the blame, your routine is delegating ALL HELD MISERY ON ANYONE BUT YOUR….. SELF
All resolve falls weak to tired eyes.
Time fades all things, withers human beings, sit still while I’m mentally extinct, I Laugh about while suppressing rage, sit alone waiting for an escape from the worst possible headaches, a panic attack that I so lovingly will never understand.
When the shade fades all the bright, I can hardly wait to fill inside, with all I know are lies. I’ll feel so little.
I started the day, why? Just to find a veil to dull my eyes. Sedated tides abound, just inebriate and drown me out. Delude constant aches without a sound. Frustrated far past trying. Feel so little weight on my way out, criticisms drift to lazy doubts, feels much better where I struggle blind, all mental abuse I leave behind. In my ease I plea for burning out, happily stuck out here on my cloud. I started the day why? I’m out feeling nothing half the time.
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11. |
Maze
03:32
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Time to doubt you, time away, time to feel me, I’m a maze. Self sedated, self deranged, self complacent, life is strange. Lost in wonder, hold regret, view a nothing, fuck the rest. Every hour holds a loss, wants for better trapped in thoughts.
Self indulgence you and I, Let the world just pass on by. I’ll be failure, you contempt, waste forever in exempt. Mass confusion you sought out, a conclusion to what’s felt. Pain we hold, love you mold.(your) eyes for brighter, while I fold.
I can see you up in the air, strong in stance while the world sits impaired. Your confusions had found their own peace, all demeaning wore to an ease. The values not spoken , its known within heat. The warmth of acceptance in killing deceit. I hold you high to show what I’m not. Someone who goes into any situation without completely over analyzing, speaks their mind without fear of reprocussions who can speak informally while actually understanding myself.
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Violation Santa Rosa, California
A passing thought in my head, leaves pulsing burns in my brain. My freeing consciousness, views a world of sleep.
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