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darma drinks with devils in the darkest of deep
disease has got me dripping from the habit of dreams
of dancing with the dirty things we do but don't keep
ourselves from drowning in desires of dissolving seams
and we stab away at clocks while we hear our own voices talk
karma kills kids and keeps these coffins
can we call it evil can the end create the means?
carried over consciousness is kept but not keen
to the chaos and confusion keeping us from being seen
while we stab away at clocks and hear our old voices talk
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Inquisitive Perceptions
02:56
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the walls are walking up my feet
so fast its getting hard to sleep
and im not sure now what is real and what's dreams
but i sure as hell could use relief
and i dont know how i never saw this coming
every song i wrote's about exactly what i'm becoming
now everything that i know is just questions
and all those promises are merely suggestions
that just arent worth all of the repercussions
so ive grown tired of these reoccurring discussions
and i dont know how i never saw this coming
every song i writes about exactly what im becoming
i live to the rhythm of an empty bottle of gin
as we cross these tracks to fall asleep insane again
i live to the rhythm of an empty bottle of gin
as we cross these tracks to fall asleep insane again
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i know i dont know what im doing here
am i wasting my time or just spinning my gears?
with each stuttering transmission slips away fears
of the past and the present and these oncoming years
do i write the words you know to be true
or does truth come from words that i know wrote you?
all the circuits are crossed like your eyes often do
when the void isnt as empty as complacency's view
on the questions we know cant be questions without answers
just weaving these webs like such elegant dancers
who have all lost their rhythm and succumb to the cancer
that spreads like the pain that i caused when i chanced her
it gnaws at my liver like the knives that i drink
in hopes to cut away the thoughts you cant think
but the causes of chaos dont disappear they just shrink
so white blood cells cant recognize they're right on the brink
of expelling corrosive and poisoness thoughts
of the suffocating feeling of forcing a loss
so i twist the knife deep to see at what cost
do these lessons now come when theyve long since been taught
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