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Gucci Overdrive
02:01
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I wanna illustrate a point to my friends that we're a product of the things that we seem to create.
An observation that you'd think they'd be able to access too.
The institutions where you learned how to grow.
Their interactions to make a product like you; composing pieces from the decomposing pieces of dust.
I wanted to make an image of myself and now I'm confused.
I wanna demonstrate the ways how I'll live and when I do, I'll be the after-thought of something I said because I've fabricated everything into one event.
If it's irrelevant, it's too out of line.
If I'm dumb, I'm just wasting my time.
There's no reason to believe the things outside of your head.
I wanted to make an image of myself and that's what I'll do.
Now I am.
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Alright, OK
03:06
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Subjected to a life projected with an end.
I still think that you should let go, like you were dying yourself.
I doubt that you'd try to sleep well before leaving this behind.
Maybe your memory is jaded.
Your intolerance grows.
I think you're better than that.
I think it's bigger than that.
So I'm frustrated with the fact of knowing that you're already lost.
Cleaned up. Self-medication's not a vice again.
I guess you never really know.
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Die Lokomotiv
03:11
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Sleepwalk; Awake enough to feel the pressure points suppressed under skin, as such, come into contact with the ground like a hit.
The same sub-conscious that supplied me with an alternate way to see the world as a joke now surrenders to sense.
I'm never sleeping enough.
My world's cerebral too much.
My eyes are shut, my thoughts are up.
I'm never sleeping enough.
Mind's don't render.
Mine's susceptible.
Unsuspecting.
All I need to know.
I'll surrender.
I'll apologize,
but I'm not sorry.
I just need to know if I'm below the influence of myself.
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Stare Girl
03:04
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Succumb to the pressure of her eyes.
Avoid the contact she makes with you.
Stop instigating interaction. You're intimidated,
but you have to pass on through.
Don't look back.
Stare Girl, I need you to leave me alone with your eyes now.
Stare Girl, I'm just looking to see if you stare somewhere else now.
My payments fulfilled, yet I deal with it still.
I'm fed up with your point of view.
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Cringe
03:48
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Tendons dismantled.
Under-achievements.
Life.
Independence is all. What is it all supposed to mean?
Candid practice.
Venture into the outer sides.
Individual findings; finding someone who'd compare.
Absent.
Relaxed.
Ensured.
Impatient.
Only matters of time.
Growing distaste of salt and the world surrounding.
That's the way that it seems.
I'm a repellent to everyone,
or maybe not.
Frustration calls.
It won't stop following; stop knocking at my door.
Though it goes and goes, it ends.
Abrasive sound.
The sound of no one bleeds over everyone else.
Though it goes and goes it ends.
Always whining in tune.
Never. It's unappealing.
Seldom expressing expression.
Why not be happier then?
It's just the way that it seems.
It may be like that for everyone,
or maybe not.
It just goes.
Everything; You've grown to know and so it goes and ends.
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Ghost Weird
02:14
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Space is so irrelevant when you're alone.
Solidarity was not meant for me.
So I mold everybody from inside my skull.
I'll keep company.
It's so comforting.
I can say I tried.
I tried.
I know you'll see them.
Sew the sky. Never mention that the worlds all mine.
How I perceive it might not mean anything.
For so I hold the evanescent silhouettes of those
Imperfect thoughts of life and maybe that's just fine.
I can be alright.
Alright?
I know you'll see it.
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