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Two Thoughts
02:04
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There’s two thoughts running laps on my track.
One’s fixated on the colors in the sky,
the other is miles ahead sprinting through my mind.
I’m using medicine to beat that little guy.
Medicine in the form of media in an artist’s cranium.
All sorts of delirium, it’s hard to push out of the blocks.
I’m chasing that fucker around, turf circles miles around.
Four hundred meters times infinity.
No hurdles to jump for them, great walls to jump for me.
Creature keeps moving, I’m trying to comprehend how their heart is still pumping.
I’m leaving ideas in the form of blood behind. Staining my soles, faded red.
There's two thoughts bleeding out on my track,
confused yet content by what's left.
When you run in circles, you always see the same things,
and these two ran themselves to death.
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Oaks
01:35
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Creeks of Wisconsin to the tolls of New York.
Metal snapping, a creaky bed, the lines from the hammock fall.
My hand stayed on your back and now I live with the mushrooms on the bark of a tree.
I always see you there looking down on me while I’m consuming dead things over and over again.
I wonder about the redwoods, but I’m stuck on Wisconsin trees, I’m in oak.
I got scared because of that crazy dream I had where the mammals came and trampled all over me.
Isn’t it ironic that the things keeping us together make us fall apart and the things that make us feel alive, we are forced to sit and watch, decomposed?
I need your transportation to deliver me, and now I’m scared because it seems that this is where I’m staying.
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Hours In My Mind
01:53
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What’s the point of walking out when I was never in?
Why can’t I be what I want to see?
Why can’t I make up my mind?
Why can’t I hide outside?
What’s the point of loving a god who never seems to care?
Do the angels fear the demons holding open arms?
Do I have to pick a side?
Is there a deadline?
Why can’t I let go?
Why is it that every time I try to escape I end up tied?
How come when I’m thinking about you I spend hours in my mind?
How come when I’m thinking about you I spend hours inside?
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Change
02:56
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Change comes with time, that’s what they’re telling me.
It’s like a snail looking for a shell, moving slowly.
There’s nothing good in sight, I’m leaving my shell behind.
Changing slowly.
Trying to find something that was never really mine.
I’m bruised up and I’m broken.
I need my shell to survive.
Will it be me when I accept this new facade?
It’s a new shoe to wear; the fit’s just a little off.
You know I’m having trouble slipping into this new world.
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