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Heres a bottle opener pop open your coping mechanism
Cold turkey and poke up at your personalities
Bind them together merging spring and December
Lending an effort to your own hand reaping the benefits of your amenities
One by one binding simple brown
Sky blue ice color Antarctic episode of the world spinning itself around
Tuesday turned itself to Wednesday numb sound
Of voices and dreams turning out to be trains making the rounds
I planned this Im going to where Ive seen supplements
Causing glaciered items to form and melt under my skin
I am an auction of faculty, a reaction to this pasty planets purpose
And honestly, sometimes that makes me nervous
But through wrinkles on faces, grey hairs, and slow downs
Through chords, shelters, meetings, molars, gold crowns
Ghost towns, sold out shows to no one around
The lines on my face will undoubtedly have become their own sound

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Lines in my face are becoming more apparent
I stare with the same eyes as my moms parent
People I can be scared with are the ones to cherish
And I hope someday to be able to say that I shared it

This goes out to those that answer the questions I have
And this one goes to growing old inside of my mask
This one is for the 20th day of consistency
That marked the point in time when my principles lifted me
One must acclimate to their mud if they dont know their own dirt
And be fascinated with the blood, sweat and tears it takes to work
And if one forgets the three liquid rules for too many years
Theyll have a hard time treading water in their ambitious pools with peers
Quite a bit of bottled up pressure involved with corking issues
According to the finish line one should never persist and misuse
You might just get to where youre going and pause on all your scars
And not ever want to go anywhere else out of fears of it being to far
Lets make a conscience effort to kill or deadweight paths
And drag the carcasses along the carpets of those that grew our math
So everybody can see firsthand exactly what it takes us
To acquire the impressions of the journeys on our faces

Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air
Must I care for nothing more than myself?
Do I dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting?
Resorting in inner-directed mourning for the part of me that Was selfless but left without a warning
Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest this Obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head
Oh shit, I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend, Revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend Anything bigger than myself, but in the end I still pretend. Condescending anyone polite enough to choose to misspend Their time watching me as I achieve my secret social mission
To drain people with my boring stories and opinions
To see the bigger picture takes intelligence and wisdom
But I won’t see nothing but just myself in my vision

I go outside, a blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any Empathy, endlessly incessantly declining any pleasantries. Heavily breathing, socially teething
I’m open like a vivisection
Intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections. Infected by my perceptions that I’m a non-entity
Project my insecurity until intensity is weaponry
Grieving a heavenly fiction I perceived while I was dreaming. Awake!
Freezing, wheezing, fundamentally I’m still believing that
This is an elegy for concepts I conceived in deep sleep
And I helplessly watch them fade while I awake
I try and keep them alive
Incomparable with life but eventually they die
And the brain I used to cultivate reveals my lovers were a lie

When inside my mind I find a way to replicate reality
Through lucid dreaming I decimate the limitations of actuality. Capacity practically eternal, mortality external, no God
But I investigate the blasphemous worship of the nocturnal. Internally existing without morality creates profanities
Without the travesty and compared to the apathy of realness
I reveal my own insanity
The majesty of fantasy protects me from tragedy
Normality's effects traject agony of rationality
Which thankfully penetrates with no avail to my unreality
An elaborately designed privately owned spiral galaxy. Financially I’m failing, naturally decaying
Soon I’ll have no place safe to sleep
These bills still need paying
Displaying cravings with open eyes for something mind-expanding
For when I drift away I see the totality of understanding

I GOT I GOT I GOT I GOT

I saw you kneeling on a desert plateau
Your eyes were melting from inside your skull
The wind was burning holes into my skin
Where does a body end?

Your voice is drifting through the stratosphere
My mouth is drinking from your pool of tears
I saw your heartbeat in the radium screen
What does a body mean?

The future's leaking through a shut lead door
In the ruins of a city under the forest floor.
Your naked body's buried in a vacant field
What does your body feel now?

The air is black and has no oxygen
The bodies in the river float beneath the sun
Transparent skin it shines a light from deep within
Where does your body begin?

The stars are hidden by a mirrored sky
And darkness disappears behind reflected light
Perception is a distance in a closed-in space
How will your body escape?

The crowd is feeling you inside your head.
Your imagination's canceled by its opposite
And every possibility's been proved untrue
Now is your body you?

And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade

Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone"

Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste

And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you've done boy, I'm sure you're going to pay

In the morning you come to the ladies salon
To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste

And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine

Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around