United States
38° 51' 21.9276" N, 104° 46' 52.554" W

Endless flying, always fallen

I can feel your sickness, calling

Rise above this, lost in darkness

You can see that this is not bliss

Spoon fed poison, forced abortion

You would make me not a person

Scattered skies, chock full of lies

Tear filled pool made up of cries

In the distance, there is no chance

Nothing makes a bit of difference

Repeat my words, twisted, wicked

That is not at all what I said

Bring me so low, I did not know

Where the fuck did all my friends go

No more dreaming, so long sleeping

It’s like I’ve sunken past the deep end

No more will, I’ve lost my way

There’s nothing left for me to say

I’m always falling, endless flying

I can feel this sickness, dying.


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