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witness:
if these necks were to snap and the automaton were to distract..there would be time for our fallen dreams to take place..night terrors are an amusement that we all hate to love. going the distance means an end to forever..and if these necks could speak theyd speak agony of youth stolen..the sky will melt my heart and in their rivers my plasma will flow..we've become an infection, grand..the minute hand reads closer to the end, and we will relish the fact of our expenditure..our life will have meaning soon enough..i try..no one seems aware of our monument. oceans will wash out the stain. our mark may never be found..but we etch away, hoping this will reach the sky and you might read slowly..
all we wanted was to not finish last...we felt the ground last november..speaking to us. ears never heard more than on that day..grass rising at our feet..we could feel it calling..burnt into the clouds.
(WE'RE SORRY<3.)
black bird:
someone sacrifice whats left of this(body is corrupt.) our minds in unison is failure. in a years time we sensed chance encounters with formidable forces, so brace for stormy weather.
all speak was written before my time, im just repeating lines..we're taught double frames of lineage..NO ONE IS ORIGINAL.
dont pretend to know me..you have no idear what my hands can create. and when the tide washes over the culture of youth intertwined with numerical mishaps..me and my goons will be there with nets and hooks reelin' em in.
all speak was written before my time, im just repeating lines..we're taught double frames of lineage..NO ONE IS ORIGINAL.
all speak was written before my time, im just repeating lines..we're taught double frames of lineage..NO ONE IS ORIGINAL.
like i told my smash buddy, ill kill till there only i left..the worlds a cruel place and my mind is the reason..ill slit throats to wash my sins..but you need not worry ill never be clean. we will purge this earth of good. THIS I PROMISE YOU, till death-bed rids me of this cold grip.
if these necks were to snap and the automaton were to distract..there would be time for our fallen dreams to take place..night terrors are an amusement that we all hate to love. going the distance means an end to forever..and if these necks could speak theyd speak agony of youth stolen..the sky will melt my heart and in their rivers my plasma will flow..we've become an infection, grand..the minute hand reads closer to the end, and we will relish the fact of our expenditure..our life will have meaning soon enough..i try..no one seems aware of our monument. oceans will wash out the stain. our mark may never be found..but we etch away, hoping this will reach the sky and you might read slowly..
all we wanted was to not finish last...we felt the ground last november..speaking to us. ears never heard more than on that day..grass rising at our feet..we could feel it calling..burnt into the clouds.
(WE'RE SORRY<3.)
black bird:
someone sacrifice whats left of this(body is corrupt.) our minds in unison is failure. in a years time we sensed chance encounters with formidable forces, so brace for stormy weather.
all speak was written before my time, im just repeating lines..we're taught double frames of lineage..NO ONE IS ORIGINAL.
dont pretend to know me..you have no idear what my hands can create. and when the tide washes over the culture of youth intertwined with numerical mishaps..me and my goons will be there with nets and hooks reelin' em in.
all speak was written before my time, im just repeating lines..we're taught double frames of lineage..NO ONE IS ORIGINAL.
all speak was written before my time, im just repeating lines..we're taught double frames of lineage..NO ONE IS ORIGINAL.
like i told my smash buddy, ill kill till there only i left..the worlds a cruel place and my mind is the reason..ill slit throats to wash my sins..but you need not worry ill never be clean. we will purge this earth of good. THIS I PROMISE YOU, till death-bed rids me of this cold grip.