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I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic codemy feet slipping on this twisted roadonly the mystic knows the lone figure in the distanceno bigger than the sum of his enscriptionsor the extent of his convictionI'll sip vitamin enriched liquid dictionand digest fiction for culture, i force fed code the monstermy head and net connected by a poleTry to hold things together like the skins i foldtake my food for thought with a pinch of salttrue to form, my sin results in self doubtlook into my eyes i dont need to spell it outyou can see it, how i tripped and fell downand picked myself up, turned myself round from the cliffs edgeand staggered home like a misled piss headi put up a fight, till my fist bledI choke on lead, until my spits redwhen i step outside to get a quick breath of fresh debtno theres no air left, and 50% of us couldnt care less, i bare fleshexposed to the cancerous light like tearing the film, out ya camerasim still ravenous, i feel my stomach acidkeep burning as i work towards another classicmelt ya plastic chat snatch ya comfort blanetin this cold world your naked and un-attractiveand ya tactics are underhandedi hibernate through the winterand wait for the summer madness Call me the dirty stop out, fetus on the couchstout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouthforever drowing my pain in the pleasent sound of whispered words and rainfall on little groundgaged and bound with no hope of gettin outsave the secrets and lies, im trying to settle downbut like the weather now, im unpredictablemy hates bitter but my loves unconditionalliving in this digital age, these are strange daysmy rage tamed, and freed on the same pagei make waves, till i wash away the refugegod of the sea, these are the eight moons of neptunei make moves to refuge, but dont sleepi walk the street, with a rose in my teethand a bitter sweet song in my hearti take every step, the hard headed dont ever restso till the very end, i wont ever resti serenade my angel with every breath god sendsin rememerence of lost friendswhenever my cold tent drops, i know what went on thenprovokes me to focus aheadclose my eyes and get close to the deadI'm the ghost that begs to be released from limbobetween two worlds like the theif at the windowmore free lyrics