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Passivity consequently decreases apologies and confusion
Comfortable within, we’re silenced
Watching the world slide by on parallel metal tracks
…Scene by scene glued to its continuity
Detecting the common discrepancy
Resulting from the inevitable errors of human beings
And whose hands and minds are the culprits of this mess?
paint stained and guilty
we readily put our hands up and clear ourselves free
though know this to be no mystery…
safe in an anonymous place of nowhere
how can one deny contentment?
Reverting focus to what’s only inches away but impossible to taste
watch as they accumulate and too heavy, slip away
Always leaving a bloody trace in its translucent form
[What is this analogous for?]
Falling from the sky and your mind
the clap sucks out our screams
… eyes diverting the mind temporarily…
we fall back and catch the poisonous stream
Which was almost too easy.
And we gulp in
gulp in
And
we gulp in…
never releasing
we hold the gun defending but wait for the tunnel light ending
(and imaginary figure awaiting)
whilst surrendering to the directional flow
losing all dreams and accumulating more within
when we know where it ends and begins
our stop button the stick with bristles on the end
Comfortable within, we’re silenced
Watching the world slide by on parallel metal tracks
…Scene by scene glued to its continuity
Detecting the common discrepancy
Resulting from the inevitable errors of human beings
And whose hands and minds are the culprits of this mess?
paint stained and guilty
we readily put our hands up and clear ourselves free
though know this to be no mystery…
safe in an anonymous place of nowhere
how can one deny contentment?
Reverting focus to what’s only inches away but impossible to taste
watch as they accumulate and too heavy, slip away
Always leaving a bloody trace in its translucent form
[What is this analogous for?]
Falling from the sky and your mind
the clap sucks out our screams
… eyes diverting the mind temporarily…
we fall back and catch the poisonous stream
Which was almost too easy.
And we gulp in
gulp in
And
we gulp in…
never releasing
we hold the gun defending but wait for the tunnel light ending
(and imaginary figure awaiting)
whilst surrendering to the directional flow
losing all dreams and accumulating more within
when we know where it ends and begins
our stop button the stick with bristles on the end