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Child's Ego Drenched In Sweat


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These are not the same walls you crawled
When nails were scratching at the ceiling
You mistook chandeliers
For scabs hanging down
Out of the corner of your mouth


You are the master of damnation
Come down to accomplish over me
These are not those same walls
Filtered red lights
Your hangnail is bleeding


The tallest tree in the forest
Is an amoeba
Life and death your greatest pleasure
Gunning for ego
Mark full or empty


Black globes begin to skim the surface
Skintight plastic tension fractures
This is no normal puncture
You are a pressure fracture
Out of solitary spite


You cannot phrase endorphin
You are venial sin
Planetary ghost exposure
Your bleeding gums
Brittle lies you keep baring


The tallest tree in the forest
Is an amoeba
Life and death your greatest pleasure
Gunning for ego
Mark full or empty


Not the same stars you wanted
Megaplacebo
The space of bloodshot you haunted
A noble chemistry
Of guts and flame


A twisted empire of mind


When startship intertwine
I wrap you in cellophane
And douse you in butane
When you recall your own mind
I won't find an answer


In babbled misleading
If no else is tame at the time
Leave it all to me to bring
A brutish sort of secret something
Is it all the same?


After a while, I'm sure it is.


The tallest tree in the forest
Is an amoeba
Life and death your greatest pleasure
Gunning for ego
Mark full or empty


Not the same stars you wanted
Megaplacebo
The space of bloodshot you haunted
A noble chemistry
Of guts and flame


A twisted empire of mind


You're not the same
A noble chemistry
Of guts and flame
A twisted empire of mind
You're not the same


Betrayed by your own mythic desires
Your doorstep catch footfalls
As autumn bells ringing
Betrayed by your own hand
Pinprick and blood the walls scream
Don't let my spine explode.


Don't let my spine explode.


Don't let my spine explode.


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