Category: Broken Thoughts
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The Pieces Seem To Fit…
You can’t have everything you wantAnd not live with a few you don’tWe aren’t machines grown in placeBuried under by dirt as we may beWe aren’t plants made of parts eitherIf you didn’t know nothing growsWith its head in the sand exceptTiny worms and these little water snakesThose things made…
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Life Presents… A Future For The Dead…
The smell is getting worseBuilding up inside my bodyDeadman’s bloat they call itSlowly dying and it showsThe skin slowly sinking inThis coffin is getting fullCramped I believe is the wordNot so sure because I spentMy time in school stuck in my headLike you I imagine and that’sWhy we are here…
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Maybe It Isn’t Too Late…
In sickness and in health the brainCan’t tell the difference but everyoneElse can see it in your eyesBleeding like daggers, sinking in like the sunI knew this meant something so I knowI had to run further away from the meaningWhat it is I wanted to say but I’m scaredLove you…
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Shock Me Awake… Tear Us Apart…
Want to dig a hole in the back yardA little place to feelTo get a feel for how it’s going to feelAlmost there and I’d like to thinkA Lazarus pit that doesn’t existI don’t feel it, but I doDeath gripping my soul… Dragging me closer to home…Trapped here with you…
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Convince Everyone…
The serpent and the rainbowWill bring a fall beyond what we knowSevered freedoms and lost idealsThe soul grows old, but it never diesThe body only lives for a certain timeHaunted visions and a sense of purposeKneel before the serpentAnd repent before the rainbowKnow your begging and pleadingWon’t change anything…There’s no…
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Blind To The Reasons…
Working on the death of a fundamental thoughtDoing the math there is very little reason to go onNot that I haven’t told myself to at least tryThe effort wasted on too many broken thoughtsDigging through the literature I just don’t knowNot that the chaos wasn’t fun for a whileThe effects…
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You Sure Could Yell…
The lessons that come with lifeMy soap box is creaking once againMaybe… If we’re lucky I’ll have a pointBy the end of this… with any luck… maybeI seriously doubt it but here it is…Forgive yourself before it’s too lateForgive others when necessaryStop to listen before it’s too lateMight even learn…
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Scentless… Unappreciated…
Sitting down here in this graveyard of wordsMy hearts been dead for far too longThis creeping feeling isn’t right to how I feelWasting words on thoughts that don’t matterNo one’s safe if everyone is in chainsI can’t wait until I’m deadFor you to hear what I saidNo one’s fucking free…
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Running Out Of Space…
Falling asleep listening to the voicesThe ones that speak in regret and past tenseThe ones that never tell me it will be okayFalling asleep while in constant motionThey call it life, but I don’t knowThe difference between living and dyingFalling asleep listening to the voicesThe ones that speak in tonguesAnd…
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Everybody She Knew Was Going To Get The Twist…
Deviating from the fact that you don’t knowWe’re still drifting through what’s leftA made up time in space paid for with nothingThe monopoly money stacks up higher butThe good news is we still bleed the sameGreat… that makes the concrete pillow softerOur blankets made of trash somehow warmerThis cardboard roof…
Chewing On Glass... 