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cell division (red in the head)
skin comes in false directions
good things die, but better things live in pairs
dead for the situation, i'm feeling instituted for
so i indeed believe these beliefs have tainted me
and not for the better, more for the worse
more for the second, or the last for this first
i'm usually so understanding, if i would rather stand under one which
was sitting so carefully balanced, when i see the morning sun above me
i'm walking dead, i'm living dead, or rather red in the head
like i said to the bed, talking, living, breathing this
take it one step at a time, before the one, above the other
i'm sick, so hurry up then, hear me inside
it's all behind me, living like an animal, i never had a chance to tame
i never got a sign, to know your name, so take my blame
it's left unsaid, like it was again
life is one constant rope, until i lose the grip of it
give me more to hold on to, give me a branch to tie it to
why don't you want me here? why don't you believe me?
must you leave me? to my own devices and machinery
right, you're standing alone / this operates on another level
on a beveled edge, the tremor / reduced to a political crisis
my ice is, freezing my prices, like a sign of pisces
it is almost like blows, referring to the greater things
that isn't to be placed freely
i speak in pieces, my questions are few
yet words are problems set apart from progress
a credit for which is to carry out and
stop backwards to produce a bell
left of the sentences of that of which is precise
we have ourselves in luck, yet there
the cell turns
the presence of the stroke of the favour of measurement, just let it go.
did you bother?
a quantity of kids, wake up as well
which of course all does, in the music
as a song operates, a piece of history reduced
a cell divided in time
a glass encased moment, one last second to decay.
the truth is further away, further down, and lost in days -
erased.
internally, the world infernally / they turn to me, immobilized
you told the lies
and one who decides shall read the lies in due time -
create the rise, descend what all depends, though not heaven sent -
yet there's nothing left.
we are dividers, providers, yet more or less: survivors.
a cell decision, makes the sole incision: left devised.
strung on the line, death televised: undermined.
everyone, an earth underneath and: left behind.
