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The Awe in Awful
Again I wake in a cold sweat
Is this take getting old yet?
Another nightmare finds me
I'm standing right there blindly
Looking out through sealed eyes
Without truth to realize
I'm addicted to this cycle
I'm afflicted by these frightful
Fantasies that know no bounds,
They can seize that holy ground
Within my skull, that vacant space
Where nothing mulls, I can't escape
The churning swarm of terrors rising
The burning warmth, the terrorizing
Love for this inside it swells
Comfort, bliss, the mind it dwells
Stuck fantasizing about tantalizing feelings
Luck can't arise, I'll wash my hands of lies and dealings
That would further taint my karma, because what goes on inside
No good regurgitating pharma drugs, I'm too morose to die
Is this take getting old yet?
Another nightmare finds me
I'm standing right there blindly
Looking out through sealed eyes
Without truth to realize
I'm addicted to this cycle
I'm afflicted by these frightful
Fantasies that know no bounds,
They can seize that holy ground
Within my skull, that vacant space
Where nothing mulls, I can't escape
The churning swarm of terrors rising
The burning warmth, the terrorizing
Love for this inside it swells
Comfort, bliss, the mind it dwells
Stuck fantasizing about tantalizing feelings
Luck can't arise, I'll wash my hands of lies and dealings
That would further taint my karma, because what goes on inside
No good regurgitating pharma drugs, I'm too morose to die
Published 3rd Jun 2018
| Edited 13th Jun 2018
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