supersonic
Bluelighter
Break down like beats of my heart as I see the faces passing by.
Venom seems to seep out into my world as I breath in the vanishing gasps of oxygen.
But in time I see what time brings to me and its forgiving and cleansing.
It loves to let you go to let go of what you can't close your eyes to see.
Sipping the nectar once again and hoping my cup stays full.
I wish it was like this forever I say everytime and everytime forever forgets its job.
You see trenches build themselves from the rotten decay of emotional fallout.
And sometimes we get buried alive, watching the shovel pour death upon us.
And we are safe in this cave of the slings and arrows of discourse.
And of course, we always dig ourselves out claiming liberation to a million faschists.
And we are the faschist, we are pompous, the ludicrous, the trite.
And we see it in each other and we pretend thats its all just a small dream.
In which our eyes arise for a moment and in a blink are covered.
And then we aren't covered at all, only by the earth we buried ourselves in, and then we will slip our skin.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Venom seems to seep out into my world as I breath in the vanishing gasps of oxygen.
But in time I see what time brings to me and its forgiving and cleansing.
It loves to let you go to let go of what you can't close your eyes to see.
Sipping the nectar once again and hoping my cup stays full.
I wish it was like this forever I say everytime and everytime forever forgets its job.
You see trenches build themselves from the rotten decay of emotional fallout.
And sometimes we get buried alive, watching the shovel pour death upon us.
And we are safe in this cave of the slings and arrows of discourse.
And of course, we always dig ourselves out claiming liberation to a million faschists.
And we are the faschist, we are pompous, the ludicrous, the trite.
And we see it in each other and we pretend thats its all just a small dream.
In which our eyes arise for a moment and in a blink are covered.
And then we aren't covered at all, only by the earth we buried ourselves in, and then we will slip our skin.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
