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Peak #865
Peak in subgenre #468
Author
Skull P.
Rights
Skullphucked 2007
Uploaded
May 08, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB 128 kbps 4:02
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I'm seeing Becki behind plexi like God w/in the drapes Calm escapes golden to face the void of frozen waste Why try to mind the numbness? it ain't like i owe her anything She became careless fucking with the substance homemade So I can't. Ease the obvious way I'm sure it excruciates Time ain't meant to erase, it's there to remind; play it safe So wanted to take aim, reachin for I.D. to appease the stone apes Arms crossed w/ eyes locked like they were embossed in something great Other than self hate the system itself hamster wheel perpetuates Guardian Inmate, one card two face both duped to be slave Not sunshine nor moonbeam, no light here ventilates What we reap are mere moments of seed to plant deep beneath Skin like a distant vision rarely seen, burying forgiveness beyond limiting Never dinner table, staying Rockwell surface, master this angle popsicle Strangle anything mentioning something less than idle talk, stifle anger I remain a calm cold with lids closed till the levees hold no more And release without filter, weeping like widows, over open caskets, Exposing the lies the stagnant underbelly kept packing, popping to bellow Hello. this isn't for enrichment nor is it nourishing to let go this is some of the pain of being me, brother, and you're touristing my echoes Exclusive shit, like bootlegs but it seems I choose to stream my life instead of leaving hyper-links to guide you to finding me Fuck the subtext this is the truth stripped naked job's bareboned enemy huddled up in the corner on the kitchen linoleum rocking back and forth my inner child still with the knees cupped, murmuring quietly to himself huh what's up?! I can barely make out the prayer, but with a smirk I know what ain't there, and that's trust More like a stubborn skeptic who desires the heart of something monstrous like love Rather I used to be awestruck taken back, stopped abrupt by the little things Now I just struggle to stay somewhat positive in the face of my offspring while the mind screams behind a plastic smile but I'm terrible acting unable to hide anything much less what's menacing, diminishing any shred of inner strength the rib at my side is supposed to comfort me instead inflicts more pain further staining the pages echoing this bittersweet symphony Thanks for stoppin by, Drive safe have a nice life, I'll prolly see you next time My private Hell decides to show and tell what it look like on this side of the vel-vet rope
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