The manner exude

With the going rate on consciousness
At One guts’ remark to cross senses
All I’ve got left to say rang a bell
Wore out on a trip not a trip went well
To remember what it once was worth
The heart is a beating drum
To forget the trade-off
I stay off the drugs
So when weighed on the scale
That old bell won’t clamor
Helps me find a way
From there to where I’m at

Just to make out with what you owe
To give me back to
Why it’s an old world
Only the odder it gets
Do I fret there to be any relief
And in which of senses 6
As if six triggers up one
As if I live to dig through
As if a grave they’ve left
As if to break the con
As if I could make it out
Fate won’t get me through
To what hate is the hate
That will lead me to spew fool proof
Not in this life

To speak up for what comes to mind
Mind me not to find me out
Mind I am born to not take notice
To what is running my mind out of time
Out of solace and out of mind

I am love to stay from the living dead
I give way to the living dead
With a sense that I owe
Albeit the living death
Easier said than done
The only way I know how
To get what’s on the other side to stick
Is with what’s in-between
I’d rather you kill me
For how I don’t know these things

Escaping through the roots so as to chase where came from
One in any number over breaking fate in any name at once
The challenge is clearly lost to the mirror reflecting at once
Stepping closer that I may get the notion of the blur
Suppose it’s me saying forget the law
Gravity holds me by my perverse
Clockwork control got out the word too disturbed
From being on course from afar as i follow a song
Wish me a glitch that I may live

To leave it all to keep it all honest knowing I’d see the point lost

Keep me from the shoddy escape in that I may rest in peace
Time my good ridden as sport for sport unto what they know

For crimes committed in the way of life living dead
Live forever and life is forever or is the end to this the end
The case in point, the racing void laced to not leak out in vain
Falling on heads of those that remain conscious without blame
Seems pure consciousness co – exists through fault
For that I will faulter all more to live determined
Can’t say what it is to be born into this one way reap
In as far as for what one can say all of a turn in the way of shame
The absolution of one due became too numb fell through life
Devoted solely to point out a living key in turn to please
Death debase of a lock too far buried under cross points
Racing thoughts to play out the hope when it comes to me
Pushing truth devoid of certainty and pure beyond a dream
At once goes history going twice sold into the possibility
Deja vus’ cousin, the onset of a life left familiar to none
At arms sold a peace dream not far from beneath me

The pretending fell in line with the times
Simply moving along to tell time
The life of the joker made out
With the life of the joke alone

What is with this hell

It’s time to tell a cruel joke

The manner exude

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Joined February 2008

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