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Scene Despoiler
03:15
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As we watch them shaking hands
Witness transference appropriate
All the actions seen from far away
Telling intentions scathe your face
We’re laughing when you think its funny
Company kept keeps you feeling down
Emancipation looms so closely
Ruminations sleep on ego’s ground
Awake! Alerting all the staff!
Midland’s dream was a cloudy hack
Telling all: The system’s been shut down.
An apology to you and yours
Don’t you try and fault us
You cannot fault us
Wading underground. White noise completes the sound.
And you’ve built your fortress
Four walls and mattress
Let’s pretend you’re wrong. All notions of yours wrong.
Aside from all the pretensions,
you’ve left us lying in your wake.
Your throat still burning from the alcohol
Coughing blood completes the shame.
We’ve all had incidents that cripple us
And all the ways to make us change
Without a pain instigating us
The scene despoiler wins again
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Rough Draft
02:44
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This is the part where the alarm clock tears your eardrum into shreds
Oh please, please, please go back to sleep, sleep, sleep.
And the cold floor stabs your feet as your getting out of bed.
Ohplease, please, please break this routine.
And this is the part where you drink your coffee and curse the commute
All your daydreams and drunken nights wont let you forget the truth:
That in the reality show about your life that no one will ever make,
No plot points no cliffhangers just a dull camera pan and fade.
The grave yawns for you. The grave yawns for you.
For all those dreams you swore you would have but never quite came true.
The grave yawns for you.
This is the part where your bosses pep talk makes you feel so fcking small
That you want to implode in your cubical just be done once and for all
And in your biography never written. written with a nothing plot.
You smile fake it over and over and over and another day on autopilot.
The grave yawns for you. The grave yawns for you.
For all those dreams you swore you would have but never quite came true.
The grave yawns for you.
There is a hum on the horizon.
Its a hymn for the dying.
Its a chorus of guardian angles
and they’re all snoring
For a billion lives lived
so godamned boring.
You do these things you spend your time and one day that becomes your life. no? no.
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