(0258) binary landslide
a written manifesto. the only thing that can provide a relief to a head full of scattered lead. like somebody said, nothing can mean anything... how true... because it does. no one can see shit, and the sooner people just realize this, the better off we'll be. there couldn't be any other way. alarm bells sounding for the parade. we better fucking live if we want to have something to say. our minds are the only things that exist. it's not much more than that, but it's enough for me. insanity 24/7. look through your own eyes, see what's not there, and i'll show you the world. this is my bible. i'm the only one that can understand it, but at least i know this. it's what i have. it's all i have because let's face it. there's no denying it. and if you do, what will you really ever get in life? paranoia? exactly. it'd be too easy to not exist. too easy. maybe it's a joke, but i'd rather wait for the punch line to be sure. a shattered heart can't be hurt so that's what i live with, contently. there is true freedom in that. a life of detachment. it keeps me in check with my rationality. tonight, i am happy. tonight, i am sad. and i'll wear those faces like they mean anything.
feelings piled up in a bag because they've already been checked out. these are just the damaged receipts. take that flower and might as well shove it into my head. nothing is sacred or new in this old and abandoned warehouse of time. delegated submission lines picked apart in my stomach acid. i just wish this stomach would stay full. love was a daydream in your twisted words. love was a daydream in your backwards numbers. so i ask one more time, when will this lobotomy end? do you even remember what i tried to send? it was a one-way ticket for your boundless insecurity where your reflection was a falsified allusion to your burned out brain, and i couldn't stop the bleeding because it was all the same. your "love" was best thing that never happened to me.
and i keep watching this movie in my mind. a conversation so heavy on sickness and life. he doesn't just want to give up and walk away, but the pieces of empty feelings keep clogging the drain. i saw a vision that was doin' me in. i saw a forgotten and stashed sleeping pill trapped under your skin. i saw millions of lovers with dust forming in their blinded and bloodshot eyes. and i wrote yet another stupid and wasted reply.
i stayed up to find what i couldn't feel earlier on. i searched through a library of tried-and-true songs, then i wrote something down; emptied this alcohol out of my head because no one knows when they're television future is already dead. the cement we stand in is always still wet so i'm moving my legs as fast as my mind seems to forget. but the first time this happened, i almost went off a cliff, and i'm still wiping the dirt from my lips.
you were warned from the moment you could walk, but you wanted to run and you wanted to talk. there's only so much you can gather from a pint. were you drinking it just to try to stay alive? if these daydreams should prove to be true, would it matter if my soul tried to sabotage my heart for its own selfish use? the clock will just walk away without us once we're gone so if you're looking this way, don't look for long.
anxiety holds me in place when i'm not alone, and there's a deafening silence that comes from my phone. i think we should be patient and wait for the sun. there's no point in trying to pull out a gun. a bullet hangs from under her neck. i wonder why she wears it. i wonder why there's nothing remaining in this freezer of self-meditation and unshakable debt. a severed hand should never try to pick up what it's not allowed to have... a blur of the entire human race in one little gust of nuclear ash.
replication is drowning me out, and information is making its way out to the crowd, but no one disseminates the lies from the facts. you can't comprehend it so don't try to react. there's a chromosome i've extracted from the scene. i've been drowned in an ocean, and there were no fish to eat. the quickness of life, and no one even cares to slow down. soon, my footprints won't be anywhere near this ground.
we seem to start over every few years. i'm going to start over so i can confront all my fears. and if you stay in my mind, well, then i'll just write you down in a poem. that way, you'll leave me alone. you'll surrender in the cold of the night, and i'll stab my heart just to make sure i'm alive. and if worse comes to worst, then we'll just bleed to our deaths... but tomorrow, i wake up and get out of bed.
a bitter sweet taste in my mouth. whenever i try to gamble it off, i always seem to go south. it's the human condition of electric and divisional rain, and i'm just trying to walk this away.
feelings piled up in a bag because they've already been checked out. these are just the damaged receipts. take that flower and might as well shove it into my head. nothing is sacred or new in this old and abandoned warehouse of time. delegated submission lines picked apart in my stomach acid. i just wish this stomach would stay full. love was a daydream in your twisted words. love was a daydream in your backwards numbers. so i ask one more time, when will this lobotomy end? do you even remember what i tried to send? it was a one-way ticket for your boundless insecurity where your reflection was a falsified allusion to your burned out brain, and i couldn't stop the bleeding because it was all the same. your "love" was best thing that never happened to me.
and i keep watching this movie in my mind. a conversation so heavy on sickness and life. he doesn't just want to give up and walk away, but the pieces of empty feelings keep clogging the drain. i saw a vision that was doin' me in. i saw a forgotten and stashed sleeping pill trapped under your skin. i saw millions of lovers with dust forming in their blinded and bloodshot eyes. and i wrote yet another stupid and wasted reply.
i stayed up to find what i couldn't feel earlier on. i searched through a library of tried-and-true songs, then i wrote something down; emptied this alcohol out of my head because no one knows when they're television future is already dead. the cement we stand in is always still wet so i'm moving my legs as fast as my mind seems to forget. but the first time this happened, i almost went off a cliff, and i'm still wiping the dirt from my lips.
you were warned from the moment you could walk, but you wanted to run and you wanted to talk. there's only so much you can gather from a pint. were you drinking it just to try to stay alive? if these daydreams should prove to be true, would it matter if my soul tried to sabotage my heart for its own selfish use? the clock will just walk away without us once we're gone so if you're looking this way, don't look for long.
anxiety holds me in place when i'm not alone, and there's a deafening silence that comes from my phone. i think we should be patient and wait for the sun. there's no point in trying to pull out a gun. a bullet hangs from under her neck. i wonder why she wears it. i wonder why there's nothing remaining in this freezer of self-meditation and unshakable debt. a severed hand should never try to pick up what it's not allowed to have... a blur of the entire human race in one little gust of nuclear ash.
replication is drowning me out, and information is making its way out to the crowd, but no one disseminates the lies from the facts. you can't comprehend it so don't try to react. there's a chromosome i've extracted from the scene. i've been drowned in an ocean, and there were no fish to eat. the quickness of life, and no one even cares to slow down. soon, my footprints won't be anywhere near this ground.
we seem to start over every few years. i'm going to start over so i can confront all my fears. and if you stay in my mind, well, then i'll just write you down in a poem. that way, you'll leave me alone. you'll surrender in the cold of the night, and i'll stab my heart just to make sure i'm alive. and if worse comes to worst, then we'll just bleed to our deaths... but tomorrow, i wake up and get out of bed.
a bitter sweet taste in my mouth. whenever i try to gamble it off, i always seem to go south. it's the human condition of electric and divisional rain, and i'm just trying to walk this away.
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