we're sitting in between our eyes
when i notice
there's no friction
out my window it rains
it cleanses through you upon
This ideal morning car-crashed
and scraped my eyes
I wandered out here
These heads are rolling they see black
Watch them smile the
Pull out a razor in a city
miles wide
the prize is
Streets cry alone, in the land of Adelene
Populace few, but
Upset lately
It's days like these that take away what's left
Mumurs fell on a cold Monday
When she spits out her
Hey guys I'd rather stay at homeLeave you these barren
Hey I know, that I can't talk to you right
Sattelite night is how it all startsOver horizon dreamsAnd then
Awake again...hopeless as tomorrowI found a way to gaze at
Oh how hope has diedI am just feeding on white
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