[03:14.00]Will Someone Please Turn Down the Ocean? - Arsonists Get All The Girls
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[03:14.00]substance a pull attack on brain stem
[03:14.00]depicting cross sensation, cross sensation
[03:14.00]i can feel the shrieking crowd
[03:14.00]the colored rain
[03:14.00]I've begun scanning across myself
[03:14.00]this life for where it ever came
[03:14.00]the 6th layer of things grow slower on me
[03:14.00]living in image, in false light
[03:14.00]slowed by simply breathing
[03:14.00]brings me to curious grin and fools of sweat
[03:14.00]watch me disappear into social gathering
[03:14.00]and change the weather with it
[03:14.00]i palm the night's emotions
[03:14.00]on the forefront of my own hand
[03:14.00]jagged quotations can bring
[03:14.00]a jaded man to his knees
[03:14.00]perceptive insults push me back to the depths of origin
[03:14.00]i have become solid light and whisper
[03:14.00]myself between those who linger
[03:14.00]inside their lungs setting fire
[03:14.00]to every word i wanted to hear
[03:14.00]a dance with internal necromancy
[03:14.00]domino effect to mass depression
[03:14.00]I am the light behind eyes
[03:14.00]of all the ministry a passion inside us
[03:14.00]warts to re unearthed it may be looked down upon
[03:14.00]but its for those who've lost the map
[03:14.00]and dwell with in themselves