July 2019
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Mind As A Weapon
You can own the world, if we address your obsession. If we move around the world, we can get a feel for regression. You’re such
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The Pills
A simple raindrop, running down my face. Now I realize, I hate this place. The world is damp, cold, and dead. Reflects a perfect image
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Stargazer
Stargazer looks at life, and wonders what it’s like. It can take an hour, or two, I just want to spend my life with you.
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Lady Incarnation
Lady Incarnation, rises from the sun. Feelings so incorrect, when you’re on the run. Lady Incarnation, where did things go wrong? Where is the inspiration,
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The Happening
Oh no, there’s liars in here. This space I can feel, them getting higher up in here. Oh no, this can’t be real. They’re breaking
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Choose Your Weapon
There’s a prayer in the meadow, of new sharp town. There’s a gator, on the rocks out at sea. Political consumption, of a tacky brand,
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The War
I have felt so alone, and the dreams will suffice. I thought to myself what I do, and spend times with friends would be nice.
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