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Between The Buried And Me
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Specular Reflection
A twisted crash, vibrations forming my personal currency
A lifeline, a sweatbox, the linear mind as one, who would have thought?
This distant face, distant life never before seen
Deep sleep in deep sea, nerves are torn from their ends
It has been three nights and still the puzzle is cut by a shaky hand
Carved out of improper materials, imperfect directions
A crushing sound soon awakes, where am I?
The taste of sand wipes away the grime of my past life
The life I fled, the grip I loosened, it has all caused an even pressure
The kind they show us on our screens
I've become what I've force fed my entire life
A drifter's dream, a loner's mind
Wanting what they have, their perfect smiles and heartless lusts
On night four they come back awaiting a new life
Over and over like I've been there before
Living and breathing but still choking
A mirror stares back
I contort the wheels in my head
Still nothing happens
Please wake up
I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin
The soft touch of your hair, your breath I breathe in
The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness
I'm awake, a daydream, alone, silence
This is the last few years rolled into one new instance
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I need something new
I jerk back in and out of a daydream self
A backwards day, water surrounds
A cool breeze wrapping its smell around my skin
The mid day siren awakes what was a false idea of sleep
Daydream society, walking past what we used to see
Beginning again
(The runner's come to a halt, the air seems half full)
Walking into a certain state of suffocation
Confusion surrounds, day after day
The questions I face, the dealings I deal
Do I complete me? Do I complete humanity?
This day will determine it all
A twisted crash, vibrations forming my personal currency
A lifeline, a sweatbox, the linear mind as one, who would have thought?
This distant face, distant life never before seen
Deep sleep in deep sea, nerves are torn from their ends
I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin
The soft touch of your hair, your breath I breathe in
Mirror stares back again
I contort like the wheels in my head
Still nothing happens
Please wake up, please wake me up
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