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Dungeon Day Darkness
A growing resistance in my mind
of pushing tossing sand and tidely forces.
Will it return to me?
Is it gone forever?
Like a row of sonsofbitches bending to head salute.
Starting off on good feet, like tomorrow and just like last week,
we will wait.
A flicker, a shadow,
Two thumbs at one space bar.
How long until all of this becomes mars?
All of this I know now, before its too late.
But alas a fixation, a routine casual thing,
undid the dream, shat on faces, and blamed it on fate.
We will wait.
My country tis of thee, sour taste of thievery,
someone is to blame.
Someone tell me i’m not insane,
but trying every day to be okay, and if my friends want to stay away
it doesn’t make me grey.
They will mess shit up every time and again,
I know there’s another argument around the bend.
I know my cat’s not coming home, but even he was a better friend.
My heart is lopsided with hate, my mind in suffer-able shape.
I will wait.
But I toss and turn, as cracks of light waken the purring.
So cold in this dungeon, fall asleep in a stirring.
Blackened windows, and seeking eyes,
my emotions are hypnotized.
Don’t you realize the harder we try
the more they will lie..
In our government a seed is a pit,
gotta be above it, -- ---------- -- love around the shit.
That is the core of it.
Mind control in the fifty brainwashed states, and
we will choose
---- ---- ------ to patiently wait.
of pushing tossing sand and tidely forces.
Will it return to me?
Is it gone forever?
Like a row of sonsofbitches bending to head salute.
Starting off on good feet, like tomorrow and just like last week,
we will wait.
A flicker, a shadow,
Two thumbs at one space bar.
How long until all of this becomes mars?
All of this I know now, before its too late.
But alas a fixation, a routine casual thing,
undid the dream, shat on faces, and blamed it on fate.
We will wait.
My country tis of thee, sour taste of thievery,
someone is to blame.
Someone tell me i’m not insane,
but trying every day to be okay, and if my friends want to stay away
it doesn’t make me grey.
They will mess shit up every time and again,
I know there’s another argument around the bend.
I know my cat’s not coming home, but even he was a better friend.
My heart is lopsided with hate, my mind in suffer-able shape.
I will wait.
But I toss and turn, as cracks of light waken the purring.
So cold in this dungeon, fall asleep in a stirring.
Blackened windows, and seeking eyes,
my emotions are hypnotized.
Don’t you realize the harder we try
the more they will lie..
In our government a seed is a pit,
gotta be above it, -- ---------- -- love around the shit.
That is the core of it.
Mind control in the fifty brainwashed states, and
we will choose
---- ---- ------ to patiently wait.
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