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Four Walls
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I could discover the most beautiful creature in the universe.
But I know if I commit to chase,
it will not be tame.
I could recover my fear of loss and reach the finish line first.
I know I'm lost in space
Gravity On my pain.
I should pack my two bags up and hop up in that loony herse.
I know that's not my place
And I already feel a chain.
I should leave with the money I saved up in my tooney purse.
If I ghost and hide my face
Would I still feel like a stain?
Wipe out my existence until my face is blank and I need no mask
Look out in the distance until the ship has sank and I regret my past.
Took out my heart to sing, the smell is rank it's decaying fast
Burn all the money in my bank
It had no purpose without a task.
Black out the curtains until my mind is blank and I can't see my hands
Reach out to someone once only to return with two single grains of sand.
Bleach out my eyes until I can clearly see where my useless body lands.
Burn out the bridge because I doubt you will even swim out if you can.
If I electrocute my brain until it all went away
Would I be normal again?
Would I remember my friends?
If I plunge a pencil in my ear until it tickled some grey.
Would I feel something again?
Would that motivate my pen?
If I ate my canvas up right down to the wood of the frame.
And puked it onto itself would you just call it a stain?
If I choked on a microphone until no breath was obtained.
Would that be enough to consider what I sing as legitimate pain?
I bought all the paint brushes I could find to help me feel what's on the surface.
All the color I want to find forever Makes my mind feel just like a circus.
Something forever lost in time
The link that gives my soul a purpose.
Looking at the world I know before me stop, just wondering how I turn this.
Instead I put the paint on my dirty hands and tried to feel what I'm creating.
like I could feel the breeze move the trees around the leaves that it was shaking.
WithIn a moment I got lost in the pool of vibrant colors I was making.
Seems sometimes beauty can be toxic and I was breathing in the Real Thing.
Another day goes by talking to nobody but my own reflection.
But I don't look at myself anymore I only look back at my own depression.
Lately the only time I feel alive is when I'm cut cutting up a session
But nobody wants to hear this shit and it's just build building up the tension.
So I've been avoiding this like I ran into an old friend that lost touch.
Because I can't show the world out there that I really do care that much.
I just draw and smoke out the day
Until it's nighttime and then I'm stuck.
Staring at my phone until my brain tells me that my eyes are fucked.
You should probably turn it off,
Along with your broken brain and try and get some sleep.
But that's when I again get lost
always counting the four walls instead of sheep.
It goes steeper than I thought
I finally found the edge and I dove In way to deep
This took everything I got.
I just didn't think you were gonna let go when you caught my feet
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Moon On Fire
02:56
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Year 30
03:35
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Fixed Frequency Assiniboia, Saskatchewan
Record label from Assiniboia Sask. We do what we want.
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