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I was a mountain, I was a man, leviathan sealed in amber
From the chalice I couldn't stand
Plastic cinders line my diaphragm like helicopter blades
Sweet as marmalade, degeneration, innocent and delirious
My inclination towards masochistic impulse
Will stubbornly remain even when I leave this place
Chemical fractures make a performer of an actor
The ink dries like medicine, compulsive and posing
Swirling like dancers on linoleum tiling
Obliterate our reticence in stupefied ecstasy
Smelling like Turkish tobacco and silly string
Your voice turned to a quiver, and we began to sing
"I am not at peace, everyone in my home wants me gone"
Serenity of amplifiers buzzing in a crowded room
This is all we have
This is all we've got
Tangling our tongues in paper mâché postures like an aftershock
Dazzling and surreal
It's all so revealing when you're listening