Forget the things that are Broken.
Your words are cheap, not worth their spit
This philosophy is murky, gives me a headache
Honestly, the truth lies in the grains of sand beneath my toes
It'll wash away with time.
It’ll wash away with me.
But this time the end is loud.
The illusion isn’t enough, I crave its taste.
My bones shudder, sleep can no longer mend me.
You've has collected blood owed, let my friends run dry.
No more clouds left for us to linger among.
Just try and hide from the flashing red light
Cover your eyes, cover your ears.
Our bodies will make the sweet grass grow.
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