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i'm living in a state of elation...
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The arrow of loneliness is a psychic knife cutting through the fog
the unicorns horn, the hyena's laugh
the outcome is yours if you can grasp the truth.
I'm on a peace quest...
Consult the sky, I've suffered two.
So please don't pretend there's zero connection.
Surrounded by lies, selfish beasts.
I'm demonized.
Live and love with an open heart but I crave the death of all wormtongues.
The ones who undermine every victory with lazy uninspired whispers.
Consult the sky, I've suffered two.
So please don't pretend there's zero connection.
Surrounded by lies, selfish beasts.
I'm demonized.
Do you think it's funny?
I'm on a peace quest.
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_All Nerves
03:22
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All nerves at the bottom of the barrel
All nerves at the top of the heap
+ and negative reinforcement of the partial print
full picture spinning in circles
demons inside
don't step past the candles
cmon
you can do so much better than hate/these fake people.
motherfuckers, bloodsuckers.
I'll never lie to you.
look into the light and go free.
You could do so much better than hate.
I'll never lie to you.
Reconsider/reconfigure all the things you've lived with for so long.
White lies/passing lights. lies and lies while blood runs for office.
10 second intervals someone dies.
Denial sets the stage
Never meant to cause you pain
Wish you could read it in my face
Prescription for the not so commonplace
A riddle collecting dust and lunar moths
Illuminated manuscripts
Decontextualized hesitation scars on subconscious minds.
I've said it before a free for all with no good intentions as bastards laugh in the here and now
There is no peace.
Figure it out somehow.
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Haunt Your Own House
04:51
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if you can't abide the warning signs then best be resigned for when the stars die.
vicodin and turpentine
in a mood to fight or accept your prize
silver screen saturnine
back at home you'll unwind to an empty room
pills are spilled clouds are gathering
your hand in mine
I'll be your tour guide
to a smoke filled room in the back of your mind
will you open up all the doors you've locked?
as the gargoyles grin, now we just can't stop
been self medicated for so long
so long as we can remember our lines
we can't go on.
track marks
skin peeling
like rotten fruit
unappealing
left out in the sun to warm
forlorn
but you're stuck inside since well past the dawn
a Hell around the clock
sick stock footage as you haunt your own house
haunt your own house
please just leave us out of this mess
or maybe if you mean it ask for help.
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every hour at the stroke of midnight/metal teeth don't grind as tightly...
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Demagogue
04:35
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Your insecurity is rampant/a walking micro penis
spitting out locusts/claiming pathetic superiority.
Nothing you say will improve this place.
Inflated sense of self worth, your grand delusion.
Your walls are like you, a symptom of basic greed and lust.
Walking on privileged stilts above the wreckage you create.
The world will have the last laugh. Spit you out and carry on.
Racist, sexist empty husk demagogue.
Fabricated shit storm.
Fear is the mind killer.
Conquistadork, the wrong one in charge.
Devouring kittens and dreams like daddy's money in your pockets.
A trust fund whiny brat. You bankrupt everything you touch.
Sniff your own taint and smile, think it smells like victory.
But you have nothing to offer for you are just a lie.
Walking on privileged stilts above the wreckage you create.
The world will have the last laugh. Spit you out and carry on.
Disgusting Racist, sexist empty husk demagogue.
Fabricated shit storm.
Fear is the mind killer.
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Walking Bombs Tustin, California
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Solo and collaborative vehicle for musician and writer Morgan Ywain Vink-Lainas Evans (and various friends/artists they admire). Implied Greek tragedy may or may not be included.
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