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Cypress dust all through your life. Who saw it coming? Resignation, the insight. Who Saw it coming? Take off your gloom and set a minute. Come talk to me. Cleanse your greyed vision, and you will see. Prey to the vagaries of time. Keep your lines disguised. Look through he eyes, and continue through to the end. In a few years you might be all right. But it will keep you up nights.

You and I have to go and take that bridge to anywhere but here. This dark heritage, for us is unrelenting. I will not be last one to be left standing here. No ashes, only dust. Salt mist rimes our faces. We are outcasts in most places and followed all the while. The laws of this tribe are meant to be broken: a truth , but unspoken. Don't be the only one. Driving all night, The cassette tapes break. Five Fingers and no squares. Home and comfort far behind. Lightning through the windshield. This is how we make our break. I dreamt I saw you akready in your grave. Leave off your talk. Moss on the rocks. Moss on the clock. Show me where. Tell me who. Tell me what to do. As I look through this dirty window (let it go) all I see is grey. Looking forward (let it go) all I see is your corpse. Looking back, where did it go, what I saw was my own death. When I hitchhike home from some desperate night, I think of the witch, and I hope I am right.

standing there with your ethics. you're just standing there. standing there, mouth agape. your ethics like a rewound tape. where were you when you became this? shocked individual with self-assured face. do you understand that look in your eyes? conscious of reality buried under your glue-on morals, nervous system strung out on self-service. but raised eyebrows don't seem to make it better. my raised eyebrows.

see yourself in others.
be yourself through others.
hate yourself in others.
kill yourself in others.

my fingers are so pointed, though.

a little closer to home one - who's distant. a sick look glazed over my repression. humbly i'm dismissed with no warning. momentary this bliss. you can see the look on my face.

say, nothing's said. i wish you'd fight me 'ti the last teardrop's bled. momentary this bliss. i can see the look on your face and i just can't wait.

This is what is.
This is really important.
This is what is.
This is useless.
I’m wasting my time.
I’m wasting myself.
I won’t bleed for nothing,
because to me this is something.

This is where it all began. Through myself is how I built my own. Right here is where I became alive. Why didn’t you do the same? Go ahead and tell me that “we are so different from each other.” Come on, tell me how you’ll never understand. Keep showing me just how little you believe, but don’t count on me to give a damn. Your potential outweighs your will, but you can’t be blamed. Convention is responsible for that. Still, I wish I could do something. This is what I did for myself. Please don’t say that you couldn’t do the same. Think how much you could have achieved, if only you had tried. It’s time that you made the change that we all must. Because you know right where you’re heading. And now is your chance to make sense of everything. Why don’t you make that break? I know you don’t want to play the sentimental fool. And you can hide the truth from yourself. But no matter what you say, I’ll be right here.

Stoically confined by our Barriers of rationality. We did it to ourselves, and we know it’s where we should be. Because everyone knows that emotions are nothing but a burden to us. The way to succeed is to show no mercy and the right way to interact is without sympathy and the way to power is through impassivity and our crude feelings are too awkward and not even an option. But if something threatens our safe, cement wall, if someone threatens to break through our cold, calculating veil, we know how to deal with them. We know how to put them down. We know how to reject them calmly and dismiss their irrationality.

Blackened nothings whispered. i want this dead; there's no more to say. i've found myself lacking in all but a few necessary motives. fastened to whitewashed terms. polish made new fortitude's scorn. polished what was. polished that voting machine. my own private bureaucratism. false sense of security false sense of self gives you ammunition. cold minds never feel the width of separation. cool mines refill from seizures torn today

Withheld promises and shots well past. Floated out to sea, reduced to trash. You chose your own path. Mouths full of glass. Walking along the sand. How dark the waves, his gaze! The sun burns through the fog. No home left. Withheld promises, and shots well past. Violent weakness. Aspersions cast. You chose your own path. Sick of the attack. Walking along the sand. The sun burns through the fog. Tell me, how can I make it through to an end? Float and flow through to an end. Where did you go?