Feedback looks like your taking a stab, and it looks like
Canteens or flasks filled to the brim, filled to swim
When it’s full it can’t make a splash sound, dirt mounds
Covered with dirty rain, and soaked to the inside of the sand grounds

It lets you tip toe around the hedge, and jab a brick ledge
Into the enemy lines, and you find your one on a dime
Running out of time, you gotta do all you can do
To pull through, and spread your disease
Before time leaves, your side, now your brim covers your eyes

Shadow black eyeliner brought to you by the sun
And a red painted gun, triggered to collapse under
Finger pressure, the lady in black velvet wants your heart
But you won't let her, take it away

She blew up your heart, and cut your throat on the jaggeds
So you open the mantle shaft, and swing the shoot in her favor
Another cycle on the bull of recluse she wants you to savoir
Her lust in another desired soul, brought through the channel
For a kick to the morals, and burnt melodies that you once were

Kaleidoscopes can bend a color, and a hair can bend in heat
So who decides which feelings to abandon and which to keep?
Sleep off the thought of insecurity in the presence of attention
Craving, desiring, fuel is your one and only mainstream affection

Flask half but full, and the empty is only air of your breath
Entered through the exhale you sighed out because things are gone
Alone, and you'll just do it again, again and you'll just do it
alone
Sitting on the cracked foundation where the other bodies lay prone
Waiting for the rush to enter veins, and to the brain
Is where you all continue to play the game

 
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