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.. if so tell me if this makes sense.. yell my name play my game tell me the same make me crave become my slave take this cross divide your loss curl the hatchet and try to match it take the heart take it apart detach the string give me a fling and feel the sting distinguish the feeling focus on healing feel the bugs and what it does look straight ahead feel like your dead numb and crawling weightless and falling you can't hide it the taste of shit your eyes perk out giving view a shout focus on blur never to sure looking so fast can't catch grasp crawling fades eyes get hazed movement is eminent induced is the element feed the blood turn it to mud poke a hole your breath being stole speak with your hair dispose your stare you can't see I can't feel me you stand still all you kill through your eyes everything dies the rush can't be ignored the taste fore-warned the end of your sobriety never-ending society drug-abusive and able served on a golden table taken with a golden spoon weaved my golden cocoon a tidal wave of emotion a wake of devotion a current addiction a dedicated prescription I was never told what I'd un-fold never take it back when I've lost track your stomach shrinks your mind thinks your hair tingles your blood mingles and your throat feels it the warm commitment open your mouth the fire comes out fall to the floor get up, and do it some more Post a comment in response: |
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