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knocking piece by piece over

but i know i'm in the right

just this night

we ask ourselves:

what would dennis the menace do?

search for orthopedic medics

through and through



i'm learning to swim the stennis way

and saving for tomorrow

what's left over from today

you'll find me on the tower

mixing bread crumbs with flour

i'll even make a point of it

annointing godfathers for the hell of it

you best believe and lest receive that shit



i'd forget about these milestones

and the fact that minestrone soup sucks much



in this ancient indian burial ground

just look at all this treasure i've found

you'd gather round

and i rewound

see, michael jordan caught the rebound

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henceforth with precise accuracy

escelator envelopes the vision papers

daily we wait

only to waste away



meter maids in contact with convicts

moreso but so much more though

lacking in form

we're malfunctioning for



under complete compression we delete depression  

eulogy abbreviated and see we ate it

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what comes up must double down

learned to swim but bound to drown

added all up still left at zero

tried to fly and we're left here tho



cut off by the evidence of elements to the precipice

tell your televised lies and suprised it's not denied

photographs chopped in half would if i could trade it all back

there's still pieces stuck inside it's all impossible to hide

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you give a ghost a roast beef so slowly

and think he goes with froze feet

he knows me

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structure's unsure.

raid the parade on a day rainy.

i.4.1. am i.C.2.

O. the L. with it.

so Y.C. thru?

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this puzzle is never complete

i'm always struggling to grasp for

these missing pieces gone astray

left to fall between the cracks

of the comfortable medium



watching as time flies by

and the past is left swallowed

all devoured by today's tomorrow



what would be the destination

if the course isn't determined?

i'm shedding off this skin but what have i become?

it's only all questions and there's always no answers.



the slight contradiction of all i was wishing

was this what i wanted, if this is the result?



it'll never be perfect

it's always bound to collapse in one way or another

everytime it's the right way, it's knocked into the wrong

once the pieces correlated and now they're buried; seperated

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tried to make this believable especially to you

but you can't make any sense of it all

no matter what i do



you found it all so easy to navigate through

when what you were watching for

was looking in on you

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i hear thru the holes in your throat

and see thru the gaps in your eyes

it's apparent you're invisible

you're transparent to me

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i'm the last to mention or the first to question

the existance of the resistant glove

in the instance of the fisticuffs

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just lie your life on the dotted line

and keep lying to yourself that you're doing fine

the rails are severed and you can't get off it

you're selling off your limbs just to make a profit

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as of today in past of tomorrow

as of right now, there's none left to borrow

by losing an hour, i gained a whole day

putting it down, but i've nothing to say

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what am i missing?    

you decide

a tense condition revised to ride this tide

what are you losing?    

all this time

when positioning's combined you'll fly outright



don't you realize now?    

the question is the answer

the only way to save yourself is by falling apart

the only way to heaven is thru this hell

don't you realize now?

the shine lies thru all the shit

the fine line lies between all of it

there is no help when it's only yourself

there is no telling when it'll end itself

there is no answer

only the question

and the question is the answer

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