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[semasiology]

Sometimes, like now, it hurts to think
I am even afraid, sometimes, of what I may say
What sick, twisted emotion I may portray
But what do you say, to yourself? When the only help
you know, may raise hell.
It's okay, you say, it's far to cold anyway
HEY
This thin blood runs fast in the south
But the summer storms liberate a swampy sea
And so we awe heavy coastal clouds
Just watch, watch them roll out
And what beauty we see as the sea and sky become one
Just an evening climaxing at the set of a summer sun
But in the darkness, we don't know the way.
Oh, it's okay, it's okay, you say;
there is no path anyway!
HEY
But still you sit beneath the body tree and
wait for nirvana as you stare beyond me
Life's grip you lose as I tighten my noose
You tell me I cannot fall until I let go
and then, what do you know,
Oh it's okay, it's okay! You say
forget me forever except when you're better
remember me when you can no longer see the reason be
so stuck in this fuck of reality. But it's okay,
it's okay
HEY