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I guess it started when the went out
and everybody started running round in circles to figure it out
I could it
wedged in my ribs it freezin
as my air blew out
through the evening, paranormal
slowly being to the green
where the ghosts gather and sell the devil their dreams, i observe
from the other side of the curb
hold the notepad
scribble my words in the limelight
this is what it's like to ink
put your in it paint me a picture of what you think
make it beautiful and make it like love
make it hang from the
make it break my
make it
it dangerous
make it out of the
make it and impossible to touch
it's
slowly resurrected from the
when you its everything inside of you, its us.
You're all I've ever
So to my
You always got me running
Count for the
You're my and brittle bones, my soul and open throne
all I know
Ive spoke a in the dark one night
watch it form in front of me and mimic my life
it seemed natural watching its last breathe like poetry
watch as it to its own chest with a smile
made out of broken of tile
you can see the thoughts running em around for miles
if you want it people say that old is haunted
if you travel on it long enough never get off it
you believe it cause is skewed when you see it
then you process automatically think you feel it
and automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it is standing outside playing in the rain
you will never beat the game it
you can only around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
its slowly resurrected from the dust
when you understand its inside of you, its us.