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The Reality of Life
To create art out of a dumpster with feces on the side. The reality of life
The crude oil washing our hearts. Contaminated we can’t stop
We love the pain. We love hearing the breaking glass
What would occur when the world stops. Gravity is lost
We’ll fly and choose not to walk. I’m the eyes, I’m the hand.
I can only describe, I can only scribble some lines, maybe some words to the blind
The deaf can figure out my ignorant sign language. We’re found, we’re lost
We are what we are. We’re some dumb motherfuckers trying to make something out of life…
