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firestorms and dreamscapes
2002-03-29 01:37:23 (UTC)

Perfect Circle

Perfect Circle

pure inhalation of spatial coordination
it cripples me
i can't communicate with anything
it is all a haze to me
all the lines are blurred
all points aren't real
i just want to rediscover america
find a place where utopia isn't a facade
i watch as all the barbies and kens are skewered
they couldn't move their fake plastic heads
they couldn't turn away
as they watched the carnage of real life
they disintegrated
i alone could handle the truth
i alone bear the burden of reality
i alone have nothing left to live for
how can i pass this on to you
cold silence rains down on the land
my body liquidates
and i become the earth
i become life
i become death
i am a perfect circle




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