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Maybe you'll meet
me half way,
Putting things
in picture perfect mode.
Your kind seems
to be the simple kind,
It probably just
feels good to you.
Your morbid X-Ray
vision,
You swore you know
someone.
It's just a figment,
Of your imagination.
Fabrication, future
being,
That's you
in all black getup.
Even your knew
stinky boots son.
I SHOULD
KNOW!!!!!
You're underneath
that warted skin,
You've got a place
for nothing else.
You wish to bare
your suffering,
And still your
shoes are worn out.
So let me contemplate,
Desperate measures
call for desperate actions,
Feeling unwanted
doing what you do, a chameleon,
You change with
acceptance.
Your choice not
a choice, just a movement,
To that next level
or arrangement,
Of kissing ass,
the way you've always done it son.
Steadfast life this
little bitty town gets me REACH,
Think of
two billion things at once.
We dance in circles
we love our names. We sit here for hours,
And watch for holes
in the wall.
So walk this way,
if you know the code,
I'm shy like
2 or 3 numbers.
I can use your
help, this place is braking me down.
SO LET ME CONTEMPLATE
DESPERATE MEASURES,
CALL FOR DESPERATE
ACTION.
FEELING UNWANTED
DOING WHAT YOU DO,
A CHAMELEON;
YOU CHANGE WITH ACCEPTANCE.
Your morbid X-ray
vision you swore you know someone,
It's just a figment
of your imagination.
Fabrication future
being that's you in all black getup,
Even your knew
stinky boots son.
There's an x on
your face that you cannot replace,
In the section
of time that you're sick of,
And if it's all
the time, then it's probably your kind,
So move on, I'm
sick of your bitching, I'm sick of this shit,
You can't get enough.
"Walk away from
here, oh you can't walk if
you can't even
stand, son."
Myth
(From Ojo's upcoming
EP)
How about the Myth
you hold up in the roar,
made up scenarios
a bore.
Take this for example,
shed the sneaky ways that I love about you,
feasting on the
same thing what's the next thing.
Colder words reflect
the mood, how about the myth that holds up to you WHAT?
Made up scenarios
a bore. HARD TO BE HOLDING ON!!
Hard to be holding
on, feeling sorry for the dumb
Excuse me for hollow
talk, like I can stay afloat,
with no doubt,
with no hope, and your tradition is automatic, your pleasure it's gained.
From this I'm sold
another link to this chain.
These fibs can't
hold you, you can hold you, you let you hold you.
I feel sorry for
FATHER!!!!
What do you mean
boy?
Don't you worry
about me, I'm me,
I'm sure you are,
I don't dissect you,
you do dissect
me, I see it and I can't shut up.
What do you mean
BOY?
A bendable reality,
a turbo astro dynamic maniac,
lies within the
secret soul of this man, it tears him down,
an unbeliever of
the facts,
causing a mystical
bendable wreck,
while the Minutia
is in full effect.
"Tall
Tale"
(a
snippet)
Held tight in the
box (motionless)
I can barely hear
myself breathing
Vague like, living
dead
Longing out of this
room
Convinced that
the meditation
Will once more
force the healing this way
I am not afraid
I am not a coward
Monsters they don't
scare me anymore......
