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Fall Into Sleep

Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The grandfather signs spirals and shines,
Brightens my nights with flaming rocks.
I need a familial chariot ride,
Need to hide my pride.
Still wishing for luck.
I'm alive but I wanna die,
No need to survive.
Hide the crime from Sherlock.
Detox my eyes from the lies.
The only way to humble,
Is to destroy what's inside.
Jacks are wild,
It's time to beat box.

Written by AfterSexDilemma
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