I know everybody out here's got you in their slight. I know everybody wants to give their luck a try. I still think about you when I'm all alone at night.
Hide the petals underneath that bedroom floorboard. and they will wither without fail or success.. Put the people in the hollow box they crafted,. bolt the doors and watch them perish..
Say where you been hidin'?. I'm believing you give me life my dear. You give me strength to beat the odds. And overcome my fears. You make me feel like I belong under the sun.
Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,. blistered fingers are tending their loom.. She collects the strands to braid into life..
In a couple of hours. The morning is coming. And I'm hittin' the door runnin,. The gasoline is burning. And I couldn't explain why. . The message that I have been given.
Invisible people with invisible hands/holding very obvious collection cans/. anonymous people with anonymous jobs/hurry past for fear of being late for.
We were not born into sin. We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless traditionalism shaped into the guise of human nature. Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse and we must resist the simplicity of existing as a simple human.
We were not born into sin. We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless. traditionalism. shaped into the guise of human nature. Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse.
Imprint this stake with your name. Through my heart. Understand this ordinary twisting fate. A hate birthed again. Dull sensed and fetal crowned we fear for life.
I float against the tide. Alone against this cold, cold feeling. Never knowing why. Refusing just to see. What became of. All these things inside. I wish someone.
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