FoolsBack when the world was white and new, we'd sit besides a clear stream, and we'd dream, oh, how we'd dreamFools
of a world of peace and void of sin nothing but gentle fire
against our skin.
How could we have known then it would come to this?
A sea of sand where our stream had been and dreams devoured by greed and garbage bullshit and television they have put this world we made into neat little boxes and marked them with a sharpie
So now, all there are left
are memories and sand because the world is old and tired
The Heart of NightHe stood on the edge of flight, looking for the Heart of NightThe Heart of Night
He found it in such a way,
that brought him death- or so some say
for he can still be seen in the deep of night looking for a new heart,
one that beats,
to fill his hunger, in his sorry plight.
like apple trees like tokyo...
Homesick
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Religion is for people who are afraid of hell. Spirituality is for people who have already been there.
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"We're all in the same game, just different levels.
We're al in the same hell, just different devils" -Dead Prez
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Fast-forward through the coral
Though bones of highways white
Here history is illuminated
Each fragment's like a sunken liner where rust and silver wait for me
And I'm a wave butcher, cutting, chopping
Here I come into the sea
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"We're all in the same game, just different levels.
We're al in the same hell, just different devils" -Dead Prez
WHAT
*fronts*
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That's not what she said.
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Fast-forward through the coral
Though bones of highways white
Here history is illuminated
Each fragment's like a sunken liner where rust and silver wait for me
And I'm a wave butcher, cutting, chopping
Here I come into the sea
--
That's not what she said.
--
Fast-forward through the coral
Though bones of highways white
Here history is illuminated
Each fragment's like a sunken liner where rust and silver wait for me
And I'm a wave butcher, cutting, chopping
Here I come into the sea
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