Message me no alarm to react just sit back while you take flak
Because my hands sit stacked I pass out I act up we fall down
Now the fog is around right the shadow grows over clothes
Because the only skin you expose is the tip of your nose
It's like you know the mirrors are shattered
I add up the baggage make a claim now I matter
The thick shapes masturbate the thin lines last till it's too late
The shakes are prevalent the mattress feels hollow
My back explodes in the mornings where's lies stay on hold
The transfer of happiness to wasted effort
Make me separate I'm in sections being viewed by wandering blessings
I taste space and it takes awhile for the heat to digest
I'm honest but please rewind this I'm Linus playing piano pompous.
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