| 5str wrmup |
| 1 | we're stuck in a place so dark you can hardly see the manner of matter that splits with the words i breathe and as the rain drips acidic questions around me i block out the sight and the powers that be and duck away into the darkness times up i wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend and the eyes ease open and it's dark again. |
| 2 | nothing can stop in this land of the pain, the sane lose not knowing they were part of the game, and while the insides change the box stays the same, and the figure inside could bear anybody's name, the memories i keep are from a time like then, i put on my paper so i could come back to them, someday i'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend that this crumpled up paper can be perfect again. |
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