(verse I)
i can see the eyes on the sun from my window
i can see the sky turn auburn when the wind blows
airliners going places i could never fathom
chemtrails tattooed through the clouds into heaven
witches trials with cinnamon and star anise
helping to maybe heal the self doubt scarring me
precious little life, starring me
and not precious little life like things that make me smile wide
i mean precious little life like precious little time
left on the earth
the way things are going i'll be left in the dirt
pathetic fallacy, rain, hail, thunderclouds
you can find me hiding in the mainframe underground
keep a low profile, stay sane, so profound
until i deem the day's pain over now
(verse II)
so disgusted, never see my face in the real light
fall asleep at night like "is this really real life"?
always wake up with a splitting head
always wake up and i'm swimming red
so i scramble to the surface
and my lungs are like a furnace
spit the blood out my mouth like the living dead
spent too much time in the spinning dread
wasting all my twenties just spinning thread
into words on the page that i slur into microphones
again and again, vision blurs as the cycle goes
pop the cap off the bottle, hold my mouth open
drizzle in the contents, let it burn, solvent
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