Flourishing - Momentary Senses | Текст песни

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Antenna sprouts, desperate.
Receptors facing a blank wall.
Attempting to receive justification of my momentary senses.
Diluting comprehension.
Sensing all these words not said.
Understand what can't be known.
Through life I examine.
Old patterns carved deep.
Every splinter, a reawakening.
Rotting dialog exhausts me.
I keep smelling stench from the morgue of ideas. Garbage picking social bonds perception creates. Garbage picking social bonds perception creates. Fleeting niceties stain dark intent of the words.
I've been trying to enhance my own expression or did I take it away?
Am I just like the rest and hear their beat?
It's so hard to say.
It's in and out of phase.
Getting difficult to see past the reptiles.
To diagnose the moment is to battle dichotomy.

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