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[Dose One]
You, don't know what happens when, (I) close the door And furniture comes warm, out to greet me, look Showing with pride, daze, dust And imaginary hug on non-conscious brush Things are better now I adore these, walls as they reveal, supple roots And vibrant flooring, he's home Seems to penetrate very fabric of the roof above me As panels seal (ceiling) seal (ceiling) peels Back the sky so beautiful with knife Famous purple clouds and mid-light Ash black sweeps the character away A truly awesome, sight Outside, makes room and weep for it The amazing thing is with secrets unfolding Abound, on ground I can only see the light And thus the moon burns and it tolerates magical got some inspiring To be or not, join the miraculous now transpiring That is the, who's flame is it for me to not feed So my relief becomes my galleon and my pool becomes my bloom This place has always been an ocean, always been a song [Slug] I got a liter of Knob Creek & bottle of Ether Got the second Mobb Deep creeping out of the speakers Would prefer to sit home and drink 'cause it's cheaper Why you trying to hide the eggs girl, you think that it's Easter? Got time to kill, got kills to time Prescription filled, I got pills to climb Got the firearm ready to rob convenience stores Got charm baby I'm going to recruit a team of whores Got hopes and dreams of no inbetweens (Sole chanting) I've got hopes and dreams of no inbetweens Good swing keep losing the fall in the green Good thing most my friends live inside my head 'Cause now I'm never alone, when I lie in bed Got truth can't recall where I put it Maybe someone took it, mistook it for value and thought they wanted it Gone with the wind and the rain all that remains is a subtle taste of sin laced with grins and astonishment Don't believe in monsters...I know 'em Because they dwell in my heart and raise hell in my emotions If there ever was a reason to live it'd be to die Now hold still let me wipe the fear out of your eye [Alias] Darkness envelopes me, directly after eclipse It couldn't a mind know, of my lower instincts begin to kick At nothing, origin represents under my sleeping quarters Not a noise is being made, but yet I sense that there's no order Directly beneath my being I'm seeing, nothing but I can squint But there's commotion taking place I should check, but I don't give Worked up the courage, after much debating I proceeded to slowly creep in a reverse vertical Because I felt I needed, to make the confirmation Pulled out my coffin, saw a nation of creatures in different forms I couldn't fight this sensation They had their re-appearances in their own separate ways But all had the same familiar faces I've been staring at for days [Sole] That goes the cause here to hear him scratching Calling me names, calling me out my name Attractive not wallpaper, my wallpaper is turned to a piss yellow tint The post is a prank, all the faces are gone The bodies are dancing, taunting me in spirit The sounds are everything, but I can hear sarcasm in the lyrics All the pics in my frames been replaced mirror, glass and slate Some of 'em are see-through reflect on the ceiling but can't relate And after all this time, my roses that I've stepped on My chattered tors are now weapons of mass destruction Talked and feel the oxygen of opposite in the combines of a quilt comforter It's safe and pretty Thunder cockroaches are jabbing me with toothpicks I tried to scream but I'm left, voiceless and toothless Virtually useless and it's messed with my head Thousand chatter tensions bench around the singing fire for the stupidest things I've ever said Gnawing at my flesh, collecting underneath my bed Intercepting to form a hawking mess A mammoth in a sense, jacking like an attitude Weaving me in a web, leaving me for dead Believe in me, could bet the joy of life To where I belong, to where I belong And exist like this forever, why do they never turn the light on? And why do they always leave the night on? |
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