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Someone stole everything before I could make it to this point so how the fuck do we fix these little things inside?
Its up to you to bring it all around now,
Against the head the heart holds some faith!
the yellow mind holds a vacant lot surrounded by a million dead words.
I'm watching the only truth sinking now.
It will take eight minutes before we know its warmth died,
Can you imagine walking around dead before the void floods the sky?
Its in the blue mouth envy is born, for it threw the first stone.

This little place has little time,
Never have I truly open my damn eyes!
A rage breathing fire,
Eating up everything,
How far will I push till I cant push again?
Do I believe I deserve to drip out into null again?
Two astronauts become one,
Then the impossible blankets the sky...
Feet strike the ground a million miles per hour
Ripping apart the fear killing words around my vacant lot!

Standing,
Breathing,
Fever dreams wont bother me anymore.