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american Pie
03:45
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Not a horrendous dream but reality
Haunting me every day
Shunned away in pain
Denied the right to daylight
Sustenance and hygiene
Life out of reach, your beliefs; disturbing to me
You know the scriptures by heart
But yours are solid and dark
Unsure of my name, I weigh half my age
Frozen in my fear
For long years, I’m breaking out of here
I heard the mother was abused as a child
The seed of evil sown, her brain rewired
Was it destined?
Did the comfort of routine outweigh the grief?
Did they even want to leave?
Stockholm syndrome, there's no place like home
I lived next door to them for years
They sought out the nocturne
They kept themselves to themselves
A blind eye I turned
Now it's too late
Now I beat myself up
I should have done more
I heard one of the kids had a presence online
Sharing songs that she wrote based on her life
No-one caught on
Like a scream inside a vacuum
Or hand signals in an empty room
The content was meant, but now it's all past tense
I lived next door to them for years
They sought out the nocturne
They kept themselves to themselves
A blind eye I turned
Now it's too late
Now I can't live with myself
History repeats
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In a way it’s like a sine wave
In the interval 0 to ½ pi
Uphill climb
I hate to remove the wool but it’s all psychological
So prevent
You could stop being behind if you could conquer your mind
Relent
The aim feels like a tan wave
Tending to 90 degrees
Can’t reach
There’s many emotions disguised as just being demoralised
The end
It could help if you could dare to trick yourself that you don’t care
Pretend
Sine wave
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√-1
02:35
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Vivid memories
Dissipate quickly
I’m left questioning
Laws of everything
It’s like a hole in life’s weave
Or as if my brain predates me
It felt like identicality
More than just similarity
Sensations arise
Which I can’t justify
I don’t feel at ease
With their high frequency
It’s like a programming flaw
Which is exposed more and more
I’m sure it hadn’t been seen previously
So it couldn’t have been a memory
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4. |
Abbott Is Death Process
03:09
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I turned up worryingly unprepared
If not for other concerns I might have cared
In advance for my future-self’s state
My mind occupied, it was left too late
Cue the regrets
Under the cover all’s well
Out in the open it’s hell
It seems insane now to think
I thought I could avoid the mud rink
How wrong I was
Youth and naivety plain
Since cynicism seemed the sane prediction
I wrongly went against the grain
It worsens with the arrival of rain
Pikehall Events Planning- for shame!
The disaster made national news
They made the bomb and nature lit the fuse
It’s not annual any more
The reception down
I spend the night walking around soaked through
I’ve never felt so helpless and blue
Naivety plain
Since cynicism seemed the sane prediction
I wrongly went against the grain
And with each second that goes by
Fading light, fading light
And I know that the means to the end’s nearby
But out of sight, out of sight
As it gets colder and darker, I
I might die, I might die
And I walk up a mile to no avail
What a surprise, what a surprise
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Lozenge K
03:40
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Caught between two minds and taken against
My will, when on the fence
I didn’t attempt to escape
Remained in a statuary state
Just prior to the crack of stone:
A forced release; I wasn’t alone
On returning
The key is to not reside equidistant from the minds
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