Trace the chalk and seize the day so
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Those old habits never pass away
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Commemorate the conception with
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The children's debt the retribution
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Deaf to self and mute to mind to find muddled wallowing nebulous blind
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My crippled confidence chafed away
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Without the answers I'm cast astray
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My cloud's so thick that I can barely think
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so reveal to me dead sight dead sight
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Trace the tree and the veil will flee me
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And now I see with salty eyes
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Consistent tragedy persisting in me
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This disability's my soul's demise
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Deaf to self and left to fry
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Muddled wallowing nebulous blind
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My crippled confidence is chafed away to stay
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With the answers I'm pulled astray
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The habits laced embrace me
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With a cold, chaotic flinch kiss of old deaths erase me soft, subtle, inch by inch
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Upon my face I lie Mesmerized cauterized by the blemishes
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Frail bandages Without chance to change
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Desperate to rectify imperative lest to die
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Imminent reality on pace down glanced closed-faced
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Consistent entrancement staring into empty space
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with an open wound to clean
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please cleanse me
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Is this my time to feel
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Is this my time to breathe
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Is this my time to bleed
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Change the season
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I'll never live without you
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I'll never see without you
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I'll never change without you true sight
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Bleed Season
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| Project 86 |
