When the grub in the mud loses grip
Will it beg to be dug up?
Coreless, they deject
"Let it writhe 'till it's gone," nothing less
Choking up on my tears
It's not very kind here
Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears
Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods
Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,
Have I become a flood?
It's not terrifying if struck by the lightning 'fore you should come to hear it
I'm cowering, yet fearless
Prone to eject, so what should I expect if they follow me back one day?
Who'd know I wasn't here?
For the sake of appeal, cover up any scent that should emit from the kiln
Cut the burden in twine; make a lavender pie
Though may it taste of refinement, you are eating my life
When I don't wanna feel, it make me feel some more
Quiet mind is bloodshot, figures striking horror
Try you may to heal, though should it turn to gore
It's futile to recall of what is all that I deplore
Choking up on my tears
It's not very kind here
Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears
Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods
Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,
Have I become a flood?
It's raining, it's pouring
Importance is snoring
So write me a story of you, and I
Where this evisceration replies with elation
And guts every morsel of spite
(Why do I try)
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When the grub in the mud loses grip
Will it beg to be dug up?
Coreless, they deject
"Let it writhe 'till it's gone," nothing less
Choking up on my tears
It's not very kind here
Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears
Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods
Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,
Have I become a flood?
It's not terrifying if struck by the lightning 'fore you should come to hear it
I'm cowering, yet fearless
Prone to eject, so what should I expect if they follow me back one day?
Who'd know I wasn't here?
For the sake of appeal, cover up any scent that should emit from the kiln
Cut the burden in twine; make a lavender pie
Though may it taste of refinement, you are eating my life
When I don't wanna feel, it make me feel some more
Quiet mind is bloodshot, figures striking horror
Try you may to heal, though should it turn to gore
It's futile to recall of what is all that I deplore
Choking up on my tears
It's not very kind here
Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears
Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods
Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,
Have I become a flood?
It's raining, it's pouring
Importance is snoring
So write me a story of you, and I
Where this evisceration replies with elation
And guts every morsel of spite
(Why do I try)
Will it beg to be dug up?
Coreless, they deject
"Let it writhe 'till it's gone," nothing less
Choking up on my tears
It's not very kind here
Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears
Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods
Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,
Have I become a flood?
It's not terrifying if struck by the lightning 'fore you should come to hear it
I'm cowering, yet fearless
Prone to eject, so what should I expect if they follow me back one day?
Who'd know I wasn't here?
For the sake of appeal, cover up any scent that should emit from the kiln
Cut the burden in twine; make a lavender pie
Though may it taste of refinement, you are eating my life
When I don't wanna feel, it make me feel some more
Quiet mind is bloodshot, figures striking horror
Try you may to heal, though should it turn to gore
It's futile to recall of what is all that I deplore
Choking up on my tears
It's not very kind here
Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears
Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods
Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,
Have I become a flood?
It's raining, it's pouring
Importance is snoring
So write me a story of you, and I
Where this evisceration replies with elation
And guts every morsel of spite
(Why do I try)
Writer: Autie A
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