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I'll cast a thousand votes and write a thousand books. And thoughts of mine still won't be heard. You can create a priceless art that seldom ever hear or see. And many will never care. Well, save
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There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves. Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve. With every **** at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline. His freckle
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Failure!. This holds no promises or look what I have dones. It's holding onto something and that something's probably flawed. I don't want a gullet full of chunks. With a simple twisted head, with
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Exhaustion takes the wheel and separates situations into delusions. Rip apart the clouds and point fingers in my face. Shouting, "everything will stay the same until you change". Dosed up and motiv
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You said it kid, you said it. You made your point and it's getting pathetic. No it's not just another word,. You're talking to yourself. Ignorance with adjectives we watch you cross the line. The
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Here's to the day when all the skies turned white. Warm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts,. most higher forms of life. And all the commotion must have scared away the sun,. but not bef
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It's like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away. Blindfolded, I try spear gun down my own tail of blame. Intelligentsia, mediums, media, cameras with heat-seeking wit. These couch
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Work hard, play nice then send your souls to paradise. That's your choice, one beekeeper, several billion bees. My honey quota will land me a spot inside. But just in case I'll soak my legs in the
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There's a television on in the basement where the beasts are chained to the wall. Theres a fistfight in the hall where the beasts all dance to. songs made from listing. There's a backbone in a prop
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One time was not enough. Fourteen and lost, combing through the jungle sounds. The taste hit buds and got stuck like a desert island citizen. Irony settles the feeling. of unease, I mean check it
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Let 'em hear you in the back. The muffled whispers from the back of the hall resonate right through the crowd. The wall of sound takes aim and quickly shoots it down. Right to the floor stuck under
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Products of lust through incidental reproduction. A group of kids stuffed, primed and fated for self destruction. Four or five years will get the job done. Sometimes advancement comes with two or e
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