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spectacle
02:21
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I yell the truth in false circumstances,
Does this count as self-defense,
No pretext, no echo of the voice lasts,
What seems absurd is all there is,
Absorbing all in abundant bliss,
Manufactured interactions, satisfaction,
Statements of my peril, sold,
Yet misled as I was, I tread the path,
I tied the price tag, to state a fact,
Authenticate me,
Had a face too bright to glance,
To speak so fondly of a stance,
Such violent times must we endure,
Two shots of led and all to cure,
Commodify the means to my end,
All that means “me”,
Do I seem entertained, obeyed, enslaved,
Red light on my fingertips, cashier anticipates,
I’d buy me,
Stagnation brings opportunity,
Progress tears through stability,
Commodify me, fetishize me,
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state
00:59
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I know eventually I’ll get to see,
You’ve never held your breath for me,
A sinking motion, subdued by silence,
I hope they bring an end to this state,
I know my potential and embrace this fate,
Descend,
I know the potential and embrace this fate,
Deep end,
Blue lungs buried in shards,
This purest of joys could not end,
abundance,
It had me as I sank, in defiance,
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resolve
03:07
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Can you tell by the echo, how long will I walk,
I’m still bleeding from the knees, skin wrapped around the wound,
I’m tired, and no longer there,
Not in person, but a corpse and an heir,
Forgive this impatient demand,
But relief is bare as I carry the sand,
The self has fled the skin, with no flesh left to hold,
I craved to find some peace, never mind resolve,
The self has fled the skin, with no flesh left to hold,
I craved to find some peace, never mind resolve,
I’m bestowed with promises of fleeing the dirt,
Yet dirt I became and produced yet more dirt,
And for each grain of sand on my weary hands,
I witness the illness in every glance,
Embrace all preachers who may bless these hands,
For forgiveness, for malice, for all, as it stands,
They all conclude on a conception, in stride,
A man once born has all but died,
I’m tired, and no longer there,
Not in person, but a corpse and an heir,
Forgive this impatient demand,
But relief is bare as I carry the sand,
The self has fled the skin, with no flesh left to hold,
I craved to find some peace, never mind resolve,
The self has fled the skin, with no flesh left to hold,
I craved to find some peace, never mind resolve
I burned every bridge and I leapt to the water,
Baptize me in sand as the tide washes over,
Embrace all preachers who may bless these hands,
For forgiveness, for malice, for all, as it stands,
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scum
04:36
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Know that the end will justify the means,
Plebeians feed on flesh as it still bleeds,
Zeuxis foresaw the tears in his eyes,
"witness the beauty, a tale none survived",
I watched them tarnish these lives as such,
The corpse politic endured each punch,
Revolutions can’t be televised,
As eyes may turn desensitized,
The butchering of precious scum,
Condoned by some can’t be undone,
Preoccupied with partisan perceptions present,
Yet lacking lungs, to voice, in turn, all that’s absent,
Prevent our hold on what unfolds, for years untold,
Granting us choice, not here, nor there, medics pronounced us cold.
Stare at the sun, of no concern, we melt instead of glowing,
No shadows fall behind this corpse, not living, merely stalling,
Know that the end will justify the means,
Plebeians feed on flesh as it still bleeds,
Zeuxis foresaw the tears in his eyes,
"witness the beauty, a tale none survived",
I watched them tarnish these lives as such,
The corpse politic endured each punch,
Revolutions can’t be televised,
As eyes may turn desensitized,
The butchering of precious scum,
Condoned by some can’t be undone,
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plainscape Sofia, Bulgaria
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est. 2019
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