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I only see your shadow;

For you, I kindly waited—

My eyes are very open,

But my heart is very hated

LOOK AT IT.

I—

JUST-LOOK AT IT.

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why.

Why lie about it I

Feel like dying

I look past everything—

Even what I should see

I feel like dying

I'm constantly out of alignment

With my design

Don't mind me,

I was just l

Light at the end of the

Nightmare, or just a dream

I keep on waking up

Crying myself to sleep

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why.

Why lie about it I

Feel like dying

—

I love the way your body looks—

Please, hold me tight and don't let go

I love the way your body looks—

Please hold me tight and don't let go

Come take a glance

At my mammary glands

No arms, no hands

No legs, no chance

Something bout those camouflage pants

I

Yeah, I'm just a fan,

I promise

I'm Stan

It's that bad

It's that bad

I run 15 miles an hour down a mountain

What you think about that?

I forgot a pen and a pad,

But look, I found one on the ground—

Aren't you proud of me?

I turn a mound into a man—

I promise,

I'm a fan

It's that bad

It's that bad

I'm a fountain

Look, I found you

Proud family fountaine

Yeah, I'm just a black

Campaign magnet manager

Yeah

Everything the prophet Jon said was a code,

And yet

I was nowhere to be found at all

I was

Probably still drowning in blood, after all of it

Writing my name on the wall

Or deposit slips

Slitting my wrists at the catacombs,

Woah

Slow down

This is all so uncalled for

So much the overachiever

And leaver of lovers,

The teacher

“I loved him so

Much”

Stockholm,

Stockholder

Stop go,

Stop go

red rover,

Red rover

Send someone right over

Cause

911!

911!

Hit the ground running,

Or duck and find cover

(Or better yet, find a revolver)

You're calling a four leaf clover

Art for the front cover

Ah, a world wonder

“I should probably call her…”

Enough

Sir, you remind me of someone

You left the door open

I probably won't close it

A loft, like the apartment I once

Grew up in

Or whatever my mind was,

In the moment

Why would someone smell this way

I'm just a machine, I'm

Irony, irony—

Ey!

Flock to the crossing,

I've never felt so dumb before

Just after

Loving one star

As hard as I could

And it all fell apart at the alter

Now I'm at the crossroads

Sell my soul, sure

For certain

But I never owned it

You'd better talk to my husband

He owns it

I'm better off drowning in sorrow

Than blood now

I'd better count all my arrows

And bloodhounds

Before the sun goes down

And before the hunt's getting started

A carver, for carving

But I couldn't quite catch the words,

I was starving

I couldn't quite make a song out of stardust

I'd better go

Just before the war starts up

“What did you call this?”

“A word,”

I said to my father

The world that I started, in ruins

So I stared it over

And over and over

So much for luxury—

I thought I wanted towel service and saunas

But turns out I love Eucapuptus

Whatever that does

Or something

I thought of being discharged

Or discarded

Like all of the common in poverty

Washed up

Like mau5 was

Before and after the comeback

“Commander…”

I never liked being captain

I warned you;

I only practice three out of the Ten Commandments

Serve condiments like mustard

And never ever wear condoms

I warned them,

Warranted

Now, let me show you where your cock goes

(In the ocean)

Cous-cous, or Caucasus

Persuasion, a caution

Caucasians

Dark, was the sun when I woke up

In all purple armor

Better to marry a fighter, prepared for the war that was coming

We all won

We're all in,

But undone

Rough,

I like a ruffian, I might add

But things never add up

I would love a muffin

Here goes a whole stream of conscious

(Or cous cous, or caucus or)

I lost the word for it

Watching the omnibus roll past

Fuck, now was was it

Some carbohydrate

(Quinoa)

You never know what you got

Till it's gone

I just lost a penny—

I'll pick up another one

Haven't you suffered enough for the moment?

I suffered once,

But it's still not over—

One for the floor and then

One just to follow

One for the floor, and then

One just to follow

I hate losing money, you know.

If I cut you off [Now]

⌨️️ ️

, you might lose your tolerance…

Hello, again

My dear old friend

I've missed you

How could you leave me

After all we've been through

That's just what I do now,

You know

I should have been more thorough

With all of my old stuff

I couldn't love you enough

In her body or another

Or all of us

INT. PLANET FITNESS. NIGHT

survivalism, deadmau5

Wonder, wonder

Would you, would you

Will I will I

Die tonight

Wonder wonder

If if if I

Stay up to the

Morning light

If I if I.

Could find

Your eyes again

Your eyes again

Your eyes again

Your eyes your eyes

Are mine

Thank you, kind stranger

No challenge, a charger

I was awfully awestruck,

But stood there just after

Standing on sutphin,

No love and no laughter

I'll see you tomorrow

Cause I'll be here after all

No wonder, no wonder

A wonderful somethin

No standing on sutphin

No love, and no laughter

There's no code of arms,

There's mo alarm, either

So unfit for love, so unfit the mother

Thank you, kind stranger

I couldn't care anymore, if I tried

Who loves me or not

I was what I was

Now I'm gone

And I'm off of it

I couldn't care for the cause

Cause it's all done

I couldn't care for a father or mother

Who loved me so much all at once

I was born from the stardust

To stories of Noah and Arks

(Or just one boat,)

But I stood on sutphin and archer

For nothing and no one

{Enter The Multiverse}

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