Every single sound I make is
Waiting for a certain break in
Time I feel the everlasting
Bloated tumor in my adversary
Kind of spaced but eveready
Taken fast and always steady
Woken by the stormy weather
Lightning strikes the eagle feathers

I faced the knife that took me down
That slit my throat that cut the sound
Of love into my mind almighty
Now all silent no sound shall find me
She fixed her hair to watch my pain
She walked away to take the fame
Fall into a flat dimension
Floccinaucinihilipilification

Smokey Mountain the soul survivor
Covered in his own saliva
Victim of a fatal killing
A tragic life she never loved him
Warm embrace is all he asked for
Optimism don't care anymore
Into the gaze of solemnity
Just wake up in time for tea

Every single sound I make is
Waiting for a certain break in
Tune I feel the overwhelming
Love and lies in her testimony
Always cool but never fading
Taken slow for time to cut in
My fallen infatuation
Floccinaucinihilipilification
 
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