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There is nothing but mist in my lungs |
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And tar in my veins |
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I'm out of this world |
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Something went wrong |
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Something went just bad |
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Here is the void of misery |
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The sun has been swallowed by some cosmic grief |
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Infinite conscience spitting blackness over and beyond |
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And I'm wondering.. do the worms feel the absence of light? |
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Here I am, sick, unpleased by it all |
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I am the wound of my being |
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Since I am the knife and the rope |
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Of this rape relation between me and me |
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I need to get below everything |
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I must know, smell the essence |
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I want to throw myself through this window in the sky |
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To remember what I may have forgotten |
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What if the stars melts |
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Into our blackholed hearts |
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In the ground fades on us |
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We will never know |
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I want to spit in the eye of god |
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And see the world without eyelids |
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I wish he sees me as the failure |
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Of his dream of greatness and beauty |