Substance a pull attack on brain stem Depicting cross sensation, cross sensation I can feel the shrieking crowd The colored rain Ive begun scanning across myself This life for where it ever came The 6th layer of things grow slower on me Living in image, in false light Slowed by simply breathing Brings me to curious grin and fools of sweat Watch me disappear into social gathering And change the weather with it I palm the nights emotions On the forefront of my own hand Jagged quotations can bring A jaded man to his knees Perceptive insults push me back to the depths of origin I have become solid light and whisper Myself between those who linger Inside their lungs setting fire To every word I wanted to hear A dance with internal necromancy Domino effect to mass depression I am the light behind eyes Of all the ministry a passion inside us Warts to re unearthed it may be looked down upon But its for those whove lost the map And dwell with in themselves
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