1) Sedation is not meditation. That's isn't what substitutes for conversation.
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And who is wrong over holes burning into their heads or bloated sacks shifting in
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their stomachs?
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Over feeling unloved, worn out and with nothing?
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2) The decomposing human bodies moving in a vibrant language. Sending signals
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in unfortunate ways, (through unstable tones.)
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Just enough to kow that there is no recovery. How can I even compare? (I'm hiding
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out. Shaving my head. I'm screening calls. Covering my tracks.)
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I want to form some sort of expression. I want to make some sense out of this.
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Without calculating the collective, I want to know everything.
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Sometimes I don't want to scream and sometimes I don't want to be around here.
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Sometimes I just want to pilot a giant robot, spending days that only exist in my
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head.
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Instead of excuses I will be looking for reasons,
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Finding passion in my own instead of convenience.
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God Is In His Heaven, All Is Right With The World
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| Curl Up And Die |
