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3:42 and you watch as the animals lay themselves down at your feet. a thousand bared teeth, a thousand bowed heads, yes, they're begging you for death.
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teeth and hate end our relationship. of course it's sad, but that's the way it is. your violence always wins the day. yes, your violence wins.
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and i'll give myself up to your sharpened edges. i no longer cling to my life. yes, i'm finally giving in.
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دوست نداشتم باور کنم که چیزی برای از دست دادن هست، اما هست. خیلی هم هست. اونقدر هست که از دست دادنِ خودت رو هم فراموش میکنی.
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the crowd is feeling you inside your head, your imagination's canceled by the opposite and every possibility's been proved untrue. now, is your body you?
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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?
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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?
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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?
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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?
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my existential crisis hits me every time i think about humanity. like damn chill we're both on the same side for fucks sake.
