Your silver skin that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring, returns me to the deathwish. And all my epiphonies that branded me and broke my knees Confirms me into the deathwish. Misfits for free, a gravity pure expression tears and pulls them into the deathwish. And all our accessories that concentrate the pain and tease, Embrace them with the deathwish. Are we pretending? Are we pretending? Are we pretending? I like pretending Are we machines obsolete, alone with symbiotic self indulgence And if we dig deep, the circuitry burnt out, bends into neurotic repetition. But your silver skin soothes my aching curses and reminds me that youre worth it. The whole worlds insanities, the bleeding hearts and tragedies wont distract me from the deathwish. Are we pretending? Are we pretending? Are we pretending? https://youtube/watch?v=v_speSqp3Tg
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 01:11:34 +0000
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