rusted
to the over under
solace slipped away
like eachothers daughters, soldier
introspective, california
Waking crazed
cruel to sit and spill it over
running unconsciously undone
left to smolder
cruel soldier
well if the body was dead
in the middle of the night
then it was born to bite
at the heart of the blight
its a hard knock life
and in the hard knock life
its a hard knock life
its a riddle of a trine
take it on take it down
didnt say to take around
its a whole hard light
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Time to age
and time to waste
so turn the middle of the night
into middle of the time
Fro, zen
Pon, yo
Graaaaaaaveyard
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Get back this story is told to be told
....far away now
nevermind i might as well tuck my head in the ground
wrapped up in the bones of yesterday