His Frailty Will Be His Own End Songtext
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Dance among the stars in this innebriation.
The shape is indefinite, our hearts
are padlocked and weighted
at the bottom of the Dead Sea.
Ultrasound echoing between empty chambers;
Bloodless vessels tangled beyond
recognition. Tied into knots--
life is so different once you start breathing.
(No one ever wins)
Why would you stay as a deer in the headlights in such weather?
Forest fires in your backyard spread faster than the embers of the blackest plague.
It's slowly eating away at parabolas drawn across the heads of faceless children.
No one ever wins.
No one gets ahead.
Realism is not reality
The shape is indefinite, our hearts
are padlocked and weighted
at the bottom of the Dead Sea.
Ultrasound echoing between empty chambers;
Bloodless vessels tangled beyond
recognition. Tied into knots--
life is so different once you start breathing.
(No one ever wins)
Why would you stay as a deer in the headlights in such weather?
Forest fires in your backyard spread faster than the embers of the blackest plague.
It's slowly eating away at parabolas drawn across the heads of faceless children.
No one ever wins.
No one gets ahead.
Realism is not reality
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