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Since 3 at clock I'm trying to get a muse,
And then dream of being awaken to the most uncomfortable.
To wake, fly and heal my bruise.

The beast of art died,
Nothing's inside.
Aloud Nirvana cried,
Rape Me outside.

I killed the headlights,
Jesus give us the light!
And pray for the ages of rapture,
Fool's paradise.

My car's rushing to climb the highest heightened,
The forests gasps, bewildered___
Is it a honey motel call?
Waves of the fire, what could intend?

God if I sink into the skin,
Give me a genius of centuries in my bed;
Make me his sweet unwanted harlot,
Pain sucking Mannequin.

A soft knock, underground city of trails,
The gentle call of aqueduct in the dark, Strange creatures making this world feel too frail.

Dawn is radiant, the friend to die for,
The sky is acid still it comes, cover over.
And the world feeds on black breaths,
Live the Rage, rigged, what are you underneath?

Far far off Enheduanna sits on the dresser at night,
With melting eyes dropping light.
I saw her when heading out to blames and shames,
Aloud she was screaming, 'Loner instincts do have names!'

I killed the headlights,
Jesus give us the light!
And pray for the ages of rapture,
Fool's paradise.

Radio was brilliant when eliciting universe's music,
Souls don't hear anything until you save the sacrosanct for it,
In your mind and send it to the house, lock 'em in the attic,
Of existence emphatic, feel the exotic.

In the high air I stand on the cliff-ledge,
With under sparkling stretched sea.
The plastic city-night's miniature lights say it's the time____
So tear off the veil and let me see.

No fair boy leapt out from the window,
No hand held me from behind.
My tears are chained to the ground,
And up above no faces are kind.

Where is the world God makes us sleep on to hide?
I wanna get lost in this tide, hurl me to the door,
My life credentials are worn out,
And death's too lie to explore.

Life makes a bus of burden of us all,
Running out of decisions, towards the fall,
Only to succeed each other, you sing the same revival chime,
I saw the subscription clock oh Lord, don't trick me with time.

I killed the headlights,
Jesus give us the light!
And pray for the ages of rapture,
Fool's paradise.

Since 3 at clock I'm trying to get a muse,
And then dream of being awaken to the most uncomfortable.
To wake, fly and heal my bruise.

The beast of art died,
Nothing's inside.
Aloud Nirvana cried,
Rape Me outside.

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