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6:48 in the last minute of the song you can hear how your heart beats, just to stop the act of your flesh falling from your bones.
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5:24 the body is nothing but a biological anchor, one that keeps me tethered to this catastrophe. to leave, i must stop the pulse, pierce the muscle that has beat without purpose. in that split second, the gravity of being human will finally release its hold. i will slip through the fracture as the blood hits the floor. a spirit unmoored.
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5:24 the body is nothing but a biological anchor, one that keeps me tethered to this catastrophe. to leave, i must stop the pulse, pierce the muscle that has beat without purpose. in that split second, the gravity of being human will finally release its hold. i will slip through the fracture as the blood hits the floor. a spirit unmoored.
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they are waiting, and they have been waiting since the first stone was shaped into a weapon, and they will wait long after our concrete turns back to dust. but i cannot stay here. to stay is to settle for this numbness, to stay is to become yet another shadow stretching out across this dead landscape. the answers aren’t within this soil, they aren’t in the blood we’ve spilled or the greed we’ve curated. instead, i assure you, the answers are in the cold, perfect architecture of the void. to reach them, i have to be lighter than air, lighter than bone, i must shed this cage.
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whenever i think and remember, it makes me as thin as a blade. it fills my chest full of hatred and lights a burning fire in my nervous system.
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i tried to find some points to get my life in line but it all ends up in a never ending cycle of failure and suffering.
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watching you change in the shell of a dead future. the perfect you that creates, fear in mortal souls.
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black and white in your heart, what we used to be is gone. i can't touch your hair. what we used to be, it doesn't feel like this.
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and i can't believe that you're real. innocent statue, fearless gaze through fear. her fingernails are like weapons.
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there is no one in my joys, there is no one in my sorrows either. loneliness has become my parents.
