Like bricks tied to a seabird’s feet,
I’m half engulfed and half indulged in the chaos of all five things I see,
Four things I feel,
Three things I hear,
Only two in the room, there's one thing to tell you.
That I know what I know its not a lot, no its not a lot.
A nervous tick before a show, will be the semaphore to me, a glowing orb.
But with all this time to think of “oh god will still I be when I’m thrown out to the petrel’s feet?"
The shiranui’s loss of glow.
And every night, I’ll sit in plight,
to get on with nothing good,
looping the same shit, and erasing all I could.
you’re so much smarter than me!
Well I know what I know its not a lot, no its not a lot.
If I could reap what I’ve sown then I would, oh you know I would.
But I’m the azure flank recede in to my depths and be crushed by my everything.
Yeah I know what I know.
Do you? You sandy shore, do you?
Recede into my depths and be crushed
And be crushed, and be crushed,
And be crushed, and be crushed.
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