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lethal/ingredience
blood, bled dripping down hallowed ground
descend like seeds amongst the soil
down like a death in spades, my abandonment
alone with the blood and the body
as the insects swarm, awaiting there for me
and the blood drops quicker, making it's way through the ground
and the clock winds down the zero, we're running out of time, you and i
i still heard their cries, you left them there to die
to fall upon the grass, to suffocate in their sins
this was your first day alive
and your last day to die
that was the day i never knew you
and this would be the day you’d always forget me
can i live still inside this mask, that’s closing in on this fragile skin?
you are inside forever.
and i cannot be there for you.
you’ve made your own mind this time.
to leave this world behind, the world that always changed your mind.
i bid you farewell, you’re not real anymore.
why should you persist on living, when you’re so dead inside?
i bid you adieu, you’re not real anymore.
and i’m not here anymore.
you’ve never lived outside your mind before.
because life is a poison, and death is the cure
a disease that we live through, our minds so impure
there’s not one beautiful thing, in this wicked world
all so dead and imperfect, but not in our heads
there’s so many of them who want to see me fall
with their empty plates, thinking they have it all
how i’d like to react, to see them derail
to put something in action, knowing i’ll fail
how many of us were still there?
what will take us out, and bring us within?
out of this hole we’re digging ourselves in
the modern future intellect. method is resourceful mint.
equals parking the garage. only in neon letters, man.
green in given gallagher. quite nothing like this stratosphere.
even knowingly processing. this progress is a garbage can.
let us de-evolve this theory. what once what could have been.
will never be. anymore.
that’s it, is it? my diameters like pentameters. down circuit.
we’re not dead, but only animals that eat ourselves down.
if there isn’t a problem, what’s left there to fix?
crystal diamond on the one, and we’re slowly descending.
keeping the tempo with this rhythm of time.
we are forever sacred. we are gods, and we control.
mind elapses in the film show
