(0257) my second lung
acid reminder. fictional pose. you burn my face. i walk out the door. i'm arriving late. i was paying off another whore. guilt from control escapes out from a jungle of frustration and fantasy; she stops for a moment, then she turns around. suddenly, her soul is gone. flipped on a switch and reacted to silence. i tasted the truth, but i have a feeling inside that i'm being used. we filter out the missing parts.
death in this art; i'm going in every direction. you won't remember when they're pulling the tissue from your vital organs and leaving you on a cold, metal bed. i think i should get help for this addiction to cancer. leave me alone with some dental floss and no answers to this hopeless test. i'll fail just like i've failed all the rest, yet it makes me strangely happy to see them losing a piece of their worthless lives everytime they take a little breath.
i know we need time. i know we need something to fill up our vaccuum bags of disappointment and disenchantment as an image of a false god hangs over our shoulders, trying to listen in on our thoughts.
dropped off my brain in the coldness of rain and slipped on the sidewalk, but i never felt a thing. i just wandered through the alleys of my expired daydream, as fragile as your manufactured regrets. balance your distance with an unlabeled prescription. couldn't decide if left was just the same as right and if day was just a slightly different version of the night. am i shaking through your blood, making it turn blue? am i digging up the truth? do i know you? i disinfect all your little clues. was i slammed against the walls and then cut loose? i hate to be the one to break the news, but your knots will never come loose now, even if you could choose.
i flee the scene, and now your scars are completely useless. there's dirt in your eyes, and no one can wash them out but you and you alone. i don't care to hear your voice on my phone.
seasonal flu has gotten to you, but the faceless men tell you they love you with nothing new. nothing that you haven't seen. one misfired synapse away from another vision of the future. floating by on a star not in view.
connect this face. connect the dots. i won't accept all the things you're not. don't back away. don't leave me here inside myself. i'll take you far away, and we will melt. this ice is hollow. it doesn't bend, but it's easy to break. i want the broken bottle. i want something good to drink. the sun is hot. the days are young. i'm staying for a little while, but my mind is made up. i'm going to leave this place. i'm going to cough out my second lung.
just like that, your eyes grow dark. and just like that, a fire starts. and i bleed in words unclear. i build it up in my heart, and i keep it there. another song that we can't help to hear.
cross out these thoughts. cross out these letters that i write. i won't accept it if you say your heart has died. don't try to to interpret what you can't understand. i'm not a boy. i'm not a man. i'm just a fan of all the things that you are. distractions cause me to drive off a cliff, but it's probably just the car. i'm going too far. i'm not going far enough. i put a signal forth, but then i turn it off. i see everything else around me going down so i must be going up.
just like that, my eyes open up. and just like that, a fire dies. and i bleed in words unclear. i build it up in my head, but there's nothing there. another song that no one could ever begin to hear so i let it go.
boy turns off the radio. he comes to realize he's not invisible. the stripping paint makes his cough restrained. there's no one here that calls out his name. i bleed exactly the same as a deaf distraction miles away that no one hears. the fog seems clear, but he has learned that looks can be deceiving. it's what you taste that's real. week fifty two walks off with my shoes, and we have settled for nothing less. the morning news brings big stories of loss. we see information everywhere that we shouldn't trust. i've been set free but woe is me, a plan i never should have made. the nervous ticks lead to a neverending itch. the difference is locked inside my feet. i hope they take me where i need to be.
looked up the page of ugly, dismantled and disfigured apes. they call them human; i call them by their names. they devolve in groups by the laws of their missing thoughts. there's only so much they can now be taught. the pen retracts its last relapse. it feels bad for what it never had. a song to write for the girl frozen behind the glass. her distant eyes give up the prize. she's left to flutter and hang inside. she hates this guilt that eats her alive. he never understood the swirling patterns of detachment found inside his broken head. she called for him, but he never heard anything that she had said. i come too soon, and my head inflates like a balloon. reacting quietly when even i should know the heartbending truth.
death in this art; i'm going in every direction. you won't remember when they're pulling the tissue from your vital organs and leaving you on a cold, metal bed. i think i should get help for this addiction to cancer. leave me alone with some dental floss and no answers to this hopeless test. i'll fail just like i've failed all the rest, yet it makes me strangely happy to see them losing a piece of their worthless lives everytime they take a little breath.
i know we need time. i know we need something to fill up our vaccuum bags of disappointment and disenchantment as an image of a false god hangs over our shoulders, trying to listen in on our thoughts.
dropped off my brain in the coldness of rain and slipped on the sidewalk, but i never felt a thing. i just wandered through the alleys of my expired daydream, as fragile as your manufactured regrets. balance your distance with an unlabeled prescription. couldn't decide if left was just the same as right and if day was just a slightly different version of the night. am i shaking through your blood, making it turn blue? am i digging up the truth? do i know you? i disinfect all your little clues. was i slammed against the walls and then cut loose? i hate to be the one to break the news, but your knots will never come loose now, even if you could choose.
i flee the scene, and now your scars are completely useless. there's dirt in your eyes, and no one can wash them out but you and you alone. i don't care to hear your voice on my phone.
seasonal flu has gotten to you, but the faceless men tell you they love you with nothing new. nothing that you haven't seen. one misfired synapse away from another vision of the future. floating by on a star not in view.
connect this face. connect the dots. i won't accept all the things you're not. don't back away. don't leave me here inside myself. i'll take you far away, and we will melt. this ice is hollow. it doesn't bend, but it's easy to break. i want the broken bottle. i want something good to drink. the sun is hot. the days are young. i'm staying for a little while, but my mind is made up. i'm going to leave this place. i'm going to cough out my second lung.
just like that, your eyes grow dark. and just like that, a fire starts. and i bleed in words unclear. i build it up in my heart, and i keep it there. another song that we can't help to hear.
cross out these thoughts. cross out these letters that i write. i won't accept it if you say your heart has died. don't try to to interpret what you can't understand. i'm not a boy. i'm not a man. i'm just a fan of all the things that you are. distractions cause me to drive off a cliff, but it's probably just the car. i'm going too far. i'm not going far enough. i put a signal forth, but then i turn it off. i see everything else around me going down so i must be going up.
just like that, my eyes open up. and just like that, a fire dies. and i bleed in words unclear. i build it up in my head, but there's nothing there. another song that no one could ever begin to hear so i let it go.
boy turns off the radio. he comes to realize he's not invisible. the stripping paint makes his cough restrained. there's no one here that calls out his name. i bleed exactly the same as a deaf distraction miles away that no one hears. the fog seems clear, but he has learned that looks can be deceiving. it's what you taste that's real. week fifty two walks off with my shoes, and we have settled for nothing less. the morning news brings big stories of loss. we see information everywhere that we shouldn't trust. i've been set free but woe is me, a plan i never should have made. the nervous ticks lead to a neverending itch. the difference is locked inside my feet. i hope they take me where i need to be.
looked up the page of ugly, dismantled and disfigured apes. they call them human; i call them by their names. they devolve in groups by the laws of their missing thoughts. there's only so much they can now be taught. the pen retracts its last relapse. it feels bad for what it never had. a song to write for the girl frozen behind the glass. her distant eyes give up the prize. she's left to flutter and hang inside. she hates this guilt that eats her alive. he never understood the swirling patterns of detachment found inside his broken head. she called for him, but he never heard anything that she had said. i come too soon, and my head inflates like a balloon. reacting quietly when even i should know the heartbending truth.
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