itsmaryalison
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Drained from the Head Sprain -
Time is an illusion
We can all just disappear
We can all just dissipate
If it's not too late
Now it was any other day in and out
shuffle feet, I give a nod on to those demons beneath
I had to tell myself to keep myself at bay
I'm at an arms reach
We hold our head high for too long, and really for what
Long enough to be slightly insane
I'm not fit for fame, I don't peddle art
I breathe my poetry introspectively
Internal
Eternal
Words I'm born with
This thought still proceeds as I come into existence, and
I assume I'm correct
While you presume your correct, we're coming live and direct
Continue with this I insist this manipulation
The suit to the devilish grin
The imp behind the desk, he's plotting where to begin
My skin is sick with the sin
The flesh is all we have aren't you glad that somebody figured it out for you
Now this is what I'm told, and this is what I'm taught
So now we see the truth distort
No one is counting the cost, nothing to lose
Presently what feels impossible is impatiently knocking still, and
I could tell you, but you'll get it when my letter arrives
My hand moves forth in space and time
I find myself
digging myself a big fat hole
and I can't turn back
and fill it up
and take control
Time is an illusion
We can all just disappear
We can all just dissipate
If it's not too late
