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With Doses
Paint this callous evasion
with rain that falls upwards
The clouds have turned green and heavy
My heart grins with sarcasm at best
I knelt down for the prayer
that never left my mouth
They're gonna give us hope again
with silver knives and payment plans
And God forbid fools who make love to their ideas
We speak with force but we don't really know ourselves
This is sure to wane and smother out
Logic knocks, but we lay sleeping
with clenched fists
wet dreams and demons
Waiting, patiently impatient
Taking poisons in small doses
Give me a quick fix for destiny
before its faded
I suffer with disillusion
and impure extremeties
I reach for the faint lights of oblivion
aching for a future
