supersonic
Bluelighter
Subject to discrimination, I know all the things that were.
Intellect just a sterile migration of all the things that are covered with fur.
Subtle is the word for insanity full of depravity, only I know that I mean, nothing at all, watch me fall down to the ever changing, ever rearranging experience that ranges from the ups and the downs.
Hold on to the source of nothing, cause it will bring you all the hope you never thought you'd need.
Reap the benifits of salvation not like a patron to religous sanctions but to something deeper than words.
Hold the tide let it slide this will suit us better.
Don't be jealous no empty homicide it will suit us better.
Sometimes, I see the clouds and they're red.
Sometimes, people listen to things that I've said.
and it goes away, now and today, all I see is empty lives.
Dead and deprived, who knows if I am alive, gone for different reasons.
Words they don't make sense, need some recompense from this tortured sensation.
To live is to die, I say this with a cry, it will suit us better.
We all wear a crown laced up and down, forget it, this will suit us better.
Time to rearrange the ever changing face, it will suit us better.
Sometimes, I see the sky.
Sometimes, I know it all oh do I.
sometimes it suits me better.
To live in healthy weather.
It will suit me better.
It will suit me better.
It will suit me better.
It will.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Intellect just a sterile migration of all the things that are covered with fur.
Subtle is the word for insanity full of depravity, only I know that I mean, nothing at all, watch me fall down to the ever changing, ever rearranging experience that ranges from the ups and the downs.
Hold on to the source of nothing, cause it will bring you all the hope you never thought you'd need.
Reap the benifits of salvation not like a patron to religous sanctions but to something deeper than words.
Hold the tide let it slide this will suit us better.
Don't be jealous no empty homicide it will suit us better.
Sometimes, I see the clouds and they're red.
Sometimes, people listen to things that I've said.
and it goes away, now and today, all I see is empty lives.
Dead and deprived, who knows if I am alive, gone for different reasons.
Words they don't make sense, need some recompense from this tortured sensation.
To live is to die, I say this with a cry, it will suit us better.
We all wear a crown laced up and down, forget it, this will suit us better.
Time to rearrange the ever changing face, it will suit us better.
Sometimes, I see the sky.
Sometimes, I know it all oh do I.
sometimes it suits me better.
To live in healthy weather.
It will suit me better.
It will suit me better.
It will suit me better.
It will.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
