my soul rises and seen like respiration in 30 degrees It's another beautiful day suns out but all I see is black and white everything's so dull, everything's so boring everything's so repetitive, so so repetitive my Prozac's the best on the market but drama's the best sedative a closed mouth don't get fed but neither does one talking to much to swallow neither does one filled with pills, cigarettes and bottles I wanna know why vampires bite I wanna know why dead poet's write I wanna know what triggers the muscles when the frowns ignite No, I really want to know is this what a good song sounds like Let it rain flesh and blood till your clothes turn red and your shoes rot off Nirvana I finally made, walk around naked cause the sweatshops are dehydrated Drink the tears, they taste like ocean Drink the fears, they taste like illusion I'm in my silver Delorian cruising towards confusion Having a blitzkrieg with gravity but losing No airbags doc, let me welcome the cranium contusions Let me welcome death for a while Let me welcome the anti-smiles It's another average ugly night and here I am At AwareNess' trying to write again Trying to express how I feel but I'm just forcing shit My body is my temple and the worries are torching it My sanctuaries numb and synagogues in ruins These milligrams are fun but there's no telling what the side effects is doing Everybody's listening for nothing They like to sit around and rewind the times when they were blue The walls don't have ears, the gossiping assholes behind them do Stuff me with hopeless till it hurts Then serve me chocolate covered locusts with a side of discouragement for dessert They say you got to pay your dues, but how much is every empty show and song worth? Everybody's dying Don't rhyme, don't rhyme to that James Dean is dead, ain't we all who ain't dead We buy books on how to love and live but fuck the how to Fuck the material, Fuck the hate Focus on what you love and value I feel heavy but there's no primate on my lumbar They tell me to walk towards the light, but that's where all the moths got fried So now the darkest passage always tempts me My problems feel like weight on my shoulders But every time I open the baggage it's empty I love life, I hate people, I feel like crying cause I wrote those last sentences Nothing matters, sorry for the hopeless penmanship Sorry for the sloppy cursive Sorry my life doesn't have sub-titles Sorry you can't fucken read Smiles the verb anti's the adjective
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