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Changes
03:30
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First I was turbulence
blossoming trees at every instance
swinging vessels contour our your flesh
shimmering through your marrow
hear throw your pores
we are up to our necks
weary quest
enforces gravity
I wanna hear the ocean break loud
plaintive
change in me
change in you too
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If you ask her why she’s there she reads
her colors bleed and bleach
turn and fade
and colors shape
bleeding and contracting your way
frosted
she invented a disease
so in bed she could retreat
portraits of her soul
that no one she will show
she loves you in the morning
loves you in the afternoon
loves you when the sun shines
through the window of her room
she loves you when you trust her
but lots of things haven’t been that great
that skin you used to hold
that scent you don’t smell it anymore
you could see the fate
but you did nothing
with her time counting machine
she trusts you to be mean
the seconds compensate
before she gets her rhymes done
that skin she used to hold
that scent you don’t smell it anymore
you could see the fate but you did nothing
she loves you in the morning
loves you in the afternoon
loves you when the sun shines
through the window of her room
she loves you when you trust her
but lots of things haven’t been that great
if you ask her why she is there she bleeds
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I know the stream that you are
the thirst took over
You swallow the drips of my thighs
and your muscles fold up
touches fold your skin
pulses down my fingers
we sunk in covers
and a sunburn dissolved you
I miss the ocean and I miss the tides
I miss the way the waves go by
[Billy Dean Thomas Rap]
Our skins got flamed in self restraint
bruised your dew from sin
and a sunburn dissolved you
lulls me
down the undertow
and a sunburn dissolved you
I miss the ocean and I miss the tides
I miss the way the waves go by
touches flushed your skin
pulses down my fingers
a shimmer embraces myself
and a sunburn dissolved you
lulls me down the undertow
and a sunburn dissolved you
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4. |
Hamlet
03:57
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Like a painting of a sorrow
a face without a heart
fake me
I am a distorting imagery
you are nothing of it
but beg me company
most of my fences are towards myself
the ghost that hunts me will fire up this felt
cutting pieces to fit me in
so I am standing for the right
of being more then one
standing for the fight of being more then soul
you took of my mind
and made it all blind
blurred veil
sewn by self
I where the purest peace
the only dress I could fit
most of my fences are towards myself
the ghost that hunts me will fire up this felt
so I am standing for the right
of being more then one
standing for the fight of being more then soul
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