[Prospect #1]
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A twisted crash...
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vibrations forming my personal currency.
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A lifeline...a sweatbox, the linear mind as one.
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Who would have thought?
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This distant face...
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Distant life... never before seen.
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Deep sleep in deep sea. Nerves torn from their ends.
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Distant life... never before seen.
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Deep sleep in deep sea. Nerves torn from their ends.
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It has been three nights and still the puzzle is cut by a shaky hand.
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Carved out of improper materials... imperfect directions.
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A crushing sound soon wakes. Where am I?
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The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life...
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A crushing sound soon wakes. Where am I?
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The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life...
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The life I fled... the grip I loosened.
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Caused even pressure. The kind they show us on our screens.
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I've become what I've force fed my entire life... a drifter's dream... a loner's mind. a loner's mind.
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Wanting what they have... with their perfect smiles and heartless lusts.
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On night four they come back.
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Awaking a new life. Over and over... like I've been there before.
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Still choking.
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Mirror stares back again. I contort like the wheels in my head...
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On night four they come back.
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Awaking a new life. Over and over... like I've been there before.
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Still choking.
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Mirror stares back again. Still nothing ever happens. Please wake up!!
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[Prospect #2]
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[2x]
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I open my eyes
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the smell of morning skin.
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Soft touch of your hair.
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Your breathe I breathe in.
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I open my eyes
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the smell of morning skin.
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Soft touch of your hair.
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Your breathe I breathe in. Breathe in.
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The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness.
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I¡¯m awake... a daydream die... I¡¯m alone. Silence!!!
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This is the last few years rolled into one instance.
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(I need something new.)
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I jerk back in and out of a daydream self.
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A backwards day... water surrounds.
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A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin.
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I jerk back in and out of daydream self.
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A backwards day... water surrounds.
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mid-day siren awakes what was a false idea of sleep.
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Daydream society. Walking past what we used to see.
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I¡¯ve been walking into a certain state of
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Walking into a certain state of
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Walking into a certain state of
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Walking into¡¦.
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Confusion surrounds... day after day!!!
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The questions I face... the dealings I deal!!!
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Do I complete me?!? Do I complete humanity?!?
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Determine it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[Prospects #1 and #2]
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Mirror stares back again. I contort like the wheels in my head...
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Still nothing ever happens. Please wake up.
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Mirror stares back again. I contort like the wheels in my head...
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Still nothing ever happens. Please wake up.
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Specular Reflection
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| Between The Buried And Me |
