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ISYMPOSIUM
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I've been lost far too many times today
Been propped up like a corpse on display
All I know is the things I say are true
Everything I knew has connected me to you
I string words but I don't know what they say
Each train lost in the fog of hearsay
All I know is the things I say are true
Everything I do connects through my world to you
In one and out the same way / If we could be some supposed
Every day every way and may / Burnt reprose made for a
One empty grave be upraised / Eulogy or memory of some sort
Like the glaive appraised / Sore shores forlorn
I was hailed as a saint / I was born to be born
I was HAILED as a SAINT / I was born to be more
I was saved for an ugly grave / Than scorned for scores untorn and alone
I'm made for an unclean slate and / So I float and I mope and
I think I'm in it now now now now
Abject impulse decides my reality
Manic avolition pins me down
Evil eyes always see just what they want to see
Axis tilted and we fall towards nothing!
Someone learns that their thoughts are a cacophony
I spy pairs of eyes looming above
I've been wrung out of any sense of irony
Beg for death from such an unjust jury
I don't know what it was I had to say
I had spoke before I knew what to say
I just hope that the things I say are true
Everything I knew falls to pieces before you
I see truth like the lines within a play
Each part told just the way I would say
I just hope that the things I say are true
Everything I do is beholden to this "you"
In one and out the same way / If we could be some supposed
Every day every way and may / Burnt reprose made for a
One empty grave be upraised / Eulogy or memory of some sort
Like the glaive appraised / Sore shores forlorn
Something is very wrong / I was told to be calm
Something is very wrong! / I was told to be calm
I don't want to sing this song / And pretend that nothing is wrong
But I'm made to just play along and / So I nod and play along and
I think it's breaking now now now now
Everything coincides like a symphony
Siphons send my thoughts spiraling down
Evil eyes always see right through the best of me
Absent of a single thing worth loving!
Everything continues until infinity
I spy prying eyes looming above
I refract all the simple things inside of me
Don't let them know that you know anything
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