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
I heard the bells
I heard them ring
The morning mist
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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