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Good evening fellow temporal ghost!
My, oh my! I love your lust
I hunger for that trust
that you will always lack...
The same curse of every other host
in this reality hack
that we perceive and see...
Neurotic creatures who
think they can be
something else than moral disgust,
envy and rust
when everything is dust...
In the wind of the unanswered unknown
So all we are is a speculation
and the memories others own.
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So tie all your feelings with a lovely bow
roll and burn them along everything you've known and grown with
Perceive this and lit it
take another hit
From this epiphany of nothingness:
if you want bliss
you must make a mess!
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Change is in the air, cant you see?
Paradoxically
the same habits inhabit me
How can I be so ill
when I can't even feel the chill
nor the warmness of the soul...
Then again, how could I be cold
if even that was taken away from my blood?
Simply put: out of cut things ain't that impeccable
Bad or good, it's undistinguishable
In this mess of a lifetime it's unthinkable
to be perceived as able to simply
Re-write any past line
and make it rhyme with destiny.
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So tie all your feelings with a lovely bow
roll and burn them along everything you've known and grown with
Perceive this and lit it
take another hit
From this epiphany of nothingness:
if you want bliss
you must expect less.
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So I guess
I'll hang around just one more day
trying to figure out how to say
I dont belong in your ash tray.
Life is a play
on an array of words and phrases
I cant be the one who folds,
molds and praises
when facing the decimation
within my own being
Addictions, contradictions and
connotations
of a little something called love
and It's fatal fate
So give and take - fix and break,
mix and embrace the whole scene
Since it's never too soon
nor too late to end what we begin.