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I think I'll drink myself into a coma
And I'll take every way out I can find
But morphine, codeine, whisky, they won't alter
The way I feel the way now death is not around

rising to fall

Nine out of twelve months
Instilled, unresponsive existence
Consumed by this vacuum
I start to plunge into autumn
Night and gale stay with us
My nostalgic leaves drained by the hour glass
Months searching for the nothing of my past.
I made it to the doctor,
now can you please remove the fucking cast?

Oh, I intend
To entrap my inbred reflections
I capitalize your perfection.
This Indian summer is only a ripple
Cause I'm always just rising into fall.

Twice in the last three months
Ask around, I haven't left this flesh shell once
The rays of sun are a nice effect
To the center stage's blushing retrospect
A vice to the distant balance
once searching for my absent past
3 months isn't enough,
I just wont last,
if i'm supposed to recharge that fast.

Oh, I intend
To wrap you with grief
I capitalize your perfection.
This Indian summer is only a ripple
Cause I'm always just rising into fall.



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Fuck this shit, i lost my job bitch

fuck you i hate how it cant stop the
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