Get it all now cause Im underground cmon baby, here, right now.
Its black and weve been wandering for ten days or ten nights or ten years and at this point so many of us have died that we dont really remember why it is that we left or where it is that we were going in the first place. Theres an all-pervading sickness that no one speaks of cause at this point an acknowledgement of weakness is just as good as death so we face forward not saying much and theres not that much to say anyway cause its all been said before and no one likes the sound of their own voice anymore. Were striving and striding but no one even knows which way forward is cause space is so infinite in all directions and its possible that weve been going backwards this whole time and its possible that this trek doesnt mean a fucking thing anyway, in which case were all screwed and death will never come fast enough, but we keep moving and moving cause movement is all we know. Life is flowing like following some great unknown and some say were almost no-where and some say were almost now-here, but Im not sure so I continue to hold my breath and say my magic spells in the middle of the night when the moon looms over the trees in a pearl-white crescent and summer feels so alive.
The ocean at night is black too and if I sit still I can almost see a faint glimmer of sex off in the distance where we almost made sense of all this or at least found enough god that we didnt care to look any longer but that was then and this is now and I cant help but long for what I once knew and youre goddamn right I knew it.
Im dreaming off in the back of my mind somewhere and Ive found a still point where a never-ending glimmer radiates outward into infinity. Im nestled in the center and the feeling is that of white Christmas lights in the middle of the summer the softness of the city in the middle of the night and were the only ones alive the only ones who ever knew the secret we kept the one we hid in the good part of the day when the moon loomed over the trees in a pearl-white crescent and summer feels so alive.
Outside amidst a gray dawn, theres the softest hint of something good lining the otherwise dark clouds were walking and walking and somehow for once something sparks in someones mind and everything takes on the notion of god and purpose and whatever that feeling is that gets you out of bed in the morning and keeps you up at night spilling your guts to someone you love regardless of however far away they might be.
It was such a long time in the making, but the softness of her face somehow makes it all make sense. Shes laying in bed and my heart is breaking from the purity of this moment a child whos little guts are rubbed so raw shes seen the heights of heaven shes seen the depths of hell she was the one they worshipped she was the one they sacrificed now she just is.
Some say shes a junkie.
Some say shes a whore.
Ive always known shes an angel.
Look at the stars
See how they shine
For you
Its black and weve been wandering for ten days or ten nights or ten years and at this point so many of us have died that we dont really remember why it is that we left or where it is that we were going in the first place. Theres an all-pervading sickness that no one speaks of cause at this point an acknowledgement of weakness is just as good as death so we face forward not saying much and theres not that much to say anyway cause its all been said before and no one likes the sound of their own voice anymore. Were striving and striding but no one even knows which way forward is cause space is so infinite in all directions and its possible that weve been going backwards this whole time and its possible that this trek doesnt mean a fucking thing anyway, in which case were all screwed and death will never come fast enough, but we keep moving and moving cause movement is all we know. Life is flowing like following some great unknown and some say were almost no-where and some say were almost now-here, but Im not sure so I continue to hold my breath and say my magic spells in the middle of the night when the moon looms over the trees in a pearl-white crescent and summer feels so alive.
The ocean at night is black too and if I sit still I can almost see a faint glimmer of sex off in the distance where we almost made sense of all this or at least found enough god that we didnt care to look any longer but that was then and this is now and I cant help but long for what I once knew and youre goddamn right I knew it.
Im dreaming off in the back of my mind somewhere and Ive found a still point where a never-ending glimmer radiates outward into infinity. Im nestled in the center and the feeling is that of white Christmas lights in the middle of the summer the softness of the city in the middle of the night and were the only ones alive the only ones who ever knew the secret we kept the one we hid in the good part of the day when the moon loomed over the trees in a pearl-white crescent and summer feels so alive.
Outside amidst a gray dawn, theres the softest hint of something good lining the otherwise dark clouds were walking and walking and somehow for once something sparks in someones mind and everything takes on the notion of god and purpose and whatever that feeling is that gets you out of bed in the morning and keeps you up at night spilling your guts to someone you love regardless of however far away they might be.
It was such a long time in the making, but the softness of her face somehow makes it all make sense. Shes laying in bed and my heart is breaking from the purity of this moment a child whos little guts are rubbed so raw shes seen the heights of heaven shes seen the depths of hell she was the one they worshipped she was the one they sacrificed now she just is.
Some say shes a junkie.
Some say shes a whore.
Ive always known shes an angel.
Look at the stars
See how they shine
For you
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