| Expose me what you want me to see so clearly.
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| (See through your jaded eyes)
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| Wrap your intentions in cellophane
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| (Protected yet on display)
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| Ease the tensions and Shakespeare plays.
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| (I've heard enough of this dramatic reprise)
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| Hearts bearing sleeves are stylish seenes.
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| Grow where they know they can be seen.
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| Hives have taken rightful place.
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| Friend to friend pollinate.
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| My hatred doesn’t go away.
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| It just gets older…
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| Give away to royalty,
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| Smile toxic teeth shine so poignantly.
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| Everything’s coming up roses,
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| Dirt under fingernails.
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| Comedy, myths, and tragedies.
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| (Collection of useless feelings and pride)
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| Overcompensate for spaces in between.
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| (The gorge into which you fall)
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| The Heroes always die in the end.
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| (As the stories you tell go)
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| Plant a flower in his head,
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| I hope the artist is dead.
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| Too fat for me to see,
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| Around your worthless feelings.
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| Everyone that casts of your emotional distress.
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| By blackened soul, your love was told.
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| To release your dancing, prancing, ignorance and all it holds.
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| I have but one, a feeling bad but none. |
| Will you keep me from destroying all the art that you create.
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| How dare you even, that I would give a shit.
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| About the very things that you hold dear, my agenda will have you.
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| Shake in fear of my anti-artistic pride. |