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I have no imagination. All I can see is the world.
Hollow eyes that bore through glass
Everything is clear
I can see china, I can see space beyond the sky, I try and try and try
To see blue, but all I see is primary color. Nothing ever melts, cold mind, cold soul. The heat makes the road dance still solid as the pavement, my eyes are made of thick hard glass. Mystique, is few and far between, careless intuition, laughing with the children, caring even less than they do. Play like a stone. Laugh and mock like broken bones, pain in my heart, never unearthed, speak no evil, what could be worse? The room was made of soft, the colors made me sleep, everything is iron, including me. Homogeny makes everything soft, makes everything smooth, senseless, rubber as the sole of my shoes, searching for clues, searching the sky, the ocean says nothing, waving goodbye. Gasoline, by the mouthful, where are you going? Anywhere but here. Home is warm, travel with bitter cold steps, I concentrate hard enough and give you what heat I have left. Hold my hand, dive like it's water, die with me, that would be an adventure. My gun has a voice calls to me, one day maybe, my attitude will switch, the longer you listen the sweeter the pitch. She asks my name, she's sounds so friendly, she wants my head, she wants it empty. my heart skips beats, I'm glad I met you, and so I'll watch you as you leave. touch my heart, something real, just cut open my chest see what you feel. Kneel down pray, forget your script, cutting the ties is like cutting wrists. you're not my blood, I've grown new bones. No more casts, no more masks, I'm going with you or I'm going it alone.
Hollow eyes that bore through glass
Everything is clear
I can see china, I can see space beyond the sky, I try and try and try
To see blue, but all I see is primary color. Nothing ever melts, cold mind, cold soul. The heat makes the road dance still solid as the pavement, my eyes are made of thick hard glass. Mystique, is few and far between, careless intuition, laughing with the children, caring even less than they do. Play like a stone. Laugh and mock like broken bones, pain in my heart, never unearthed, speak no evil, what could be worse? The room was made of soft, the colors made me sleep, everything is iron, including me. Homogeny makes everything soft, makes everything smooth, senseless, rubber as the sole of my shoes, searching for clues, searching the sky, the ocean says nothing, waving goodbye. Gasoline, by the mouthful, where are you going? Anywhere but here. Home is warm, travel with bitter cold steps, I concentrate hard enough and give you what heat I have left. Hold my hand, dive like it's water, die with me, that would be an adventure. My gun has a voice calls to me, one day maybe, my attitude will switch, the longer you listen the sweeter the pitch. She asks my name, she's sounds so friendly, she wants my head, she wants it empty. my heart skips beats, I'm glad I met you, and so I'll watch you as you leave. touch my heart, something real, just cut open my chest see what you feel. Kneel down pray, forget your script, cutting the ties is like cutting wrists. you're not my blood, I've grown new bones. No more casts, no more masks, I'm going with you or I'm going it alone.
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