So many things lead to our demise
And we just clutter them all
Packaged nicely in our brains
Where we can hide our pains
Can I die and go back in time?
Would you go with me if I asked you to?
You would-would not-would so...
So...like dry paper we burn
In a translucent haze
Locked in gaze within a maze
Of rhythm and rhyme and copyrighted lies
Steel in my garden
Asphalt in my pollen
Breathe me in and my rotten chronicles
We can poison the world
We can...
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