supersonic
Bluelighter
Playing against the wall goes the bouncing of the ball, careless to receive logical progression of direction.
Screw it, screw it, screw it, screw it.
The rubber dies flat against the ground.
I'm not gonna say what I thought I might wanna say, cause today oh god what if I may just do this the right way.
Forget the replies, the bitter submissions, the underlying undertones of underneath the undertow.
I let the hand guide the mind it works better I find than trying to carefully construe what it is I'm going to do.
Whats the big deal, to feel?
To hurt, to heal, to undergo the surreal ambigous nature of losing the compass beneath the snow.
Whats the worst of the traveling alone, its whats left in the end, we might as well
learn to fend,
for our own,
because tommorrow we may end up in the
unknown.
Its you, and you, and you that tell me I've grown.
And I see my eyes beginning to tell me to roll themselves toward the back of my head. There I see reality, what is meant to be.
me.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
Screw it, screw it, screw it, screw it.
The rubber dies flat against the ground.
I'm not gonna say what I thought I might wanna say, cause today oh god what if I may just do this the right way.
Forget the replies, the bitter submissions, the underlying undertones of underneath the undertow.
I let the hand guide the mind it works better I find than trying to carefully construe what it is I'm going to do.
Whats the big deal, to feel?
To hurt, to heal, to undergo the surreal ambigous nature of losing the compass beneath the snow.
Whats the worst of the traveling alone, its whats left in the end, we might as well
learn to fend,
for our own,
because tommorrow we may end up in the
unknown.
Its you, and you, and you that tell me I've grown.
And I see my eyes beginning to tell me to roll themselves toward the back of my head. There I see reality, what is meant to be.
me.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
