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[mockdeathorange]

its a whimsical dream
like the seems that you dream about
its a disaster
as the violent biblical stories shout,

"you ain't the one to make the change
your just the background audience
but by all hell, you shall be kept sane
if you can maintain your silence"

but we want to let go of our books and scream,
"you are not the one for me
this is not the way for me."
the pages floated up and poured out steam,
"you are the one to believe me
you are the way i can be."
so just take a light and watch it burn, burn, burn...

lift up the sacred finger
and watch as it solemnly lingers
dances all fast and smooth
awaiting interjecture
the promiscious touch
inescapable lust
it all just comes all down to
who do you trust yeah,
who do you trust
cause theres nothing else that you can do

yeahhh
breakdown like a car wreck waiting to happen
hope for fertility - its our cause and action
pray towards your misguided fate
pray towards all the things that you hate

but this sonnet played so softly
through these ears, in and out
these words had some meaning
as they go in and out
and you can try and derive
but no one knows what they're about
theres no use in crazy
you just gotta scream and shout