| Think, models, think, metaphor
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| I am plagued by a yet to be defined mind disorder
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| Symptoms include illusion to losing (delusion) the tissue and fluid that
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| borders a bruise contoured to lose core of my aura among other things that
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| clutter dreams and suddenly pull my swollen puppet strings.
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| Hold and clutch my utterly insecure back-peddling
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| Please pour the powdered water from the kettle
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| And load my cup full of adrenaline
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| Now I can settle in tucked tight between sheet rock and crushed ice
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| She knocked but I never let her in despite the fact she looked nice in black
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| Said I’m in my head isn’t twisted upright, it leans lopsided but eerie enough I
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| still treasure it dearly.
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| Born in a vocal booth, I hope to own the moon with no excuse
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| Soon to be the groom to a tune close to you
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| Sail the true stale ocean blue and ate lunch
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| But corrosion grew for eight months and the Trojan threw a fake punch
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| And a crow to fool em.
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| I have sold my sancturary, thank you very much
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| Buried all I’d carried for a vocabulary brush
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| And I don’t wanna be around when the cherry busts
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| Cuz when it does/dust settles the flood all of America
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| It might have been all over if you were to barely thrust
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| But you got greedy punctured too deep and now she’s scared of trust
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| But who can you trust anyway, every opinion is dated (jaded) by an experience,
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| making any thought a response to a memory.
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| I am my enemy, can’t think my way out of this penitentiary
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| Embrace the condition humanity’s mechanically accepted for centuries
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| It’s the water, is it real?
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| How does it make you feel
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| being endlessly dependent on external crutches and shields?
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| Sleep-walking through the dust covered fields
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| Haunted by the taunted souls of those who kept the seals closed
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| I’ve stretched the distance, and pushed the envelope
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| This song’s become an endless note
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| For all women and men with hope
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| Open your eyes, you no longer can float.
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| You’re sinking and drinking the powdered water.
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| Going to make you choke! |