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Backlash stabs at vowel cross vague threat, assign blind it’s getting fine, it’s getting fine
Bring strap made out of crack, scamper black altar brat, majesty’s the best to me, sew staff bloods boil
Somewhere caught up in the wind, the angels throw their wings at hands
Sweet sick. Touch, kiss. Riding high, a gentle killer
Unprepared and getting scared is what my life’s about, but how I can and how I’m bland don’t mix well with my doubt
I won’t be a real hero, just a nameless state with breaks in mind, for finding drivers of emotions, maybe they might manage mine
Filled insane, I babble blame. All branded suffer, waiting game. Mimic mountain, fear contempt, I stutter process how I dress
Throwing anger through my mouth, in hope that structure might come out, won’t admit it’s not my own, follow bloody mocking drone
All the days I waste thus far only shake my falling stars, wave goodbye to happiness, I’m bitter now, have always been
Lost control of my best friend, strange sensation never ends. How far does this have to go before the crash that takes me home?
Disregard that subtle moan, nothing matters anymore
Don’t speak again, put it through a wall, I'll see you at my festival