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| Witness Fishnet when luck be a lady in a district of red lights truth be a whisper in a concert of dead mics i said right, options are limited got a predicament let me stop and think a bit and figure out who witness is? who? the one who masqueraded as a man of steel what? behind the curtains he sips on his chamomile while dancing on banana peels a cancer that he can't reveal would cancel any chance he had to stand upon his damaged heels the xanax pills killed the panic till he managed real feelings for once dumping depression for the prom queen he builds an arc with a head above water, sorting disorders and interpretations of what this song means at 16 i learned it isn't difficult to six step 17 i learned a girl can rip a soul to fishnet 18 i learned that all my rituals were mislead at 20 they're surprised i haven't tried to slit my wrists yet well don't hold your breath baby cause i found a cure that buddhist monks scale the himalaya mountains for the clouds are torn in half and shattered to dust and i'm scattering cups of ashes where the passion had rust and as a sapling i but a catholic looking for my nazareth and nowadays i couldn't get raise if i was lazarus that ain't the half of it, adjectives couldn't capture it the cat that searched a sea of asterisks to find a capulet. i'm not happy yet. they said chill love it or leave it i said fuck it i will cuz i heard that blood and oil sound the same when they're spilled kind of like the promises from those who claim to rebuild it's a revival of diving with eyes closed jesus saves! (on insurance switching to geico) my soul is mister clean, my health is nicotine my life is depicted through precious moments figurines i skipped hovering over the porcelain goddess the unfortunate product of the modern portrait of college with feminine templates while living at penn state they're getting an f grade whenever she menstruates i was busy paying the dues to become an artist when my friends were busy cutting the rug and munching the carpet and that's fine, but after an album of wack lines i decided to make this music more than a past time too many alchemists have miscounting the calculus or stumbled on a power trip or showed the crowd their cowardice staying alive in a do or die world. where clarity is cable and angels are suicide girls |
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