Every hour I Can Witness being Swallowed Any lack of Courage Seeps Beneath the Walls Anyone Can Burn at Both Sides if Theyre Hollow Just Like Most of all the Paper Hammers Fall At the Funeral of your Youth You Try to Call Up When You Crawled But Your Head is Shrinking So You Cant Recall Every Shard of Glass That Seeks You for A Slashing Any Poison Foaming out the Mouth of Love Any Plane thats Destination is For Crashing All the Sudden Thunder Rolls from Up Above At the Funeral of your Youth You Try to Call Up When You Crawled But Your Head is Shrinking and So Cant Recall Will the Pills Excuse the Absence of the Memory at All Hey Your Head is Shrinking Seriously Small Heavens Just Waste of Time No one there to Hear Your Crimes Journey to the Center of your Mind
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