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Jongleur
04:39
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Sunshine in their veins
The cold has them tempted
It’s to seek a brighter day
Their fates
dealt with everything they learned
that never mattered anyway
One day one time
Your sage FaceTime
It’s lost mundane
Contain desire
There seems to be a malfunction
In this asteroid field
There seems to be a malfunction
UFOs on my BeReal
Please choose the voice that you’d like me to use
For the freedom that you’re willing to lose
Fire let it burn,
armageddon!
Space-time dimension!
Proof died in heaven!
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Rakkhive
03:40
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I smell the blood of a thousand strangers
Tuesday night and I'm everybody's favor
Every creed and color are welcome to the show
Where heads are high just kill em with the low
You said we would face the debt
29 days till the rent
This is murder
I resupplied him with
29 days till the rent
This is murder
Please please Mr! Can I have another word?
I know that what I'm about to say might sound a bit absurd
But i need a small favor that no one can’t take for hire
The crystals in your pocket that I’ll take with glass and fire
And fret not! I have come full endeared
No tethers on my blockchain but I have but one souvenir
As i stand fully contested with nothing to oblige
The beast reawakens with a round between the eyes!
And I’m ready for it all
No more to confide
The geometric shapes
Uplift to the sky
Mirrors, past actions
swords of the eclipse
The feeble minded feelings
All lost in a glimpse!
Death is not the end of pain and pleasure
Old age new days now and never
Take it to the top so the seeds will swamp
Tesseracts on my block
Tesseracts in my thoughts
No need to impose
But the elves are waiting
I hoped you wouldn’t know
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Fiction
02:33
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I wish i wish I was John Wayne
I wish I wasn’t at all
Pure mind redefine your weakness
It’s just nothing at all
I got the wrong medicine
Volleyball team inmates feel it down your nose
I sing then they came
Dresser suits at the door
Feet dragging on the floor
Daisies on fire
Lost dirt in the rain
They jump around
They want the same
Why you gotta lie Two-Face
Bowie barkin for the new age
Sawing off with the new blades
Every day is just a due date
Weird winds
White dreams
Loud nuns
Cold screams with the money inside
Everybody’s on the loose
Hot air warm stares when they hide
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4. |
Geronimo!
05:37
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Geronimo, your body is shaking
But you will have no fear
These wolves are wrapped in leather
So make peace with alligator tears
Fuck that, your now is ending
In a pit that puts rest to shame
And all in all that puts you to slumber
One to trillion I’m glad that you came
I’ll see you dying and painless
In this shroud of the Milky Way
To repent with all of your anguish
Useless tools upon a flame
In the infinite void before you were born
I’ll fix you a shot of anisette
And I’ll pour it all over the floor at where you died at Fort Hill
Just to find your skull in a silhouette
I got a morbid curiosity
To see your history
50 bullets on my MacBook Pro in the comfort of this screen
I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
I’ll see you there
In the tall grass
I see a red rose
Burning in ash
Lurking in the west end
Sell me the dream
Life’s learning in accents
Slurring my words
Absurd in this past tense
Oh it’s no means of escape
Seething with all the
Things that I’ve left behind
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5. |
Alchemy
02:20
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6. |
Fracture
04:39
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Missing a cause
Filling a void
Doing my part
Still can’t avoid
Things that I’ve lost
No time to rot
This is the plot
This is the plot
Wait for a text
Left it on read
Still found the dead
Paper to lead
What is the cost
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
In this small town area where things turn wild
Causing mass hysteria to reap all the piles of
Extra extra read all about my
Self inflictions I see all the smiles
Will I see?
Will I feel?
Will I go?
Does it show?
Does it know how I go?
Does it feel what I feel?
Hanging on for dear life
Hanging on for dear life
Hanging on for dear life
Hanging on for dear life
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