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MOTHS LIVE FOR THIS SHIT
The light is extinguished when you grab it too hard,
And moths live for this shit.
Glazed eyes like caramel
We call this sweetness intelligence.
Hard and fucking just like the truth
We scream the end is near.
Absorbed wishes with dilated eyes
We soar to something
Primates would have called our downfall.
This family unit, this species that we are.
Roman Empires created by freedom fighters;
Horses slain for food
Until they were straddled properly.
Niggers were good slaves
Until they became good props at the Grammys.
The answers for chemicals swishing through my head
Come from the voices
Echoing in some crazy mans imagination.
Some loser who pretended his father existed
Called his father love
While his father was raping him dead.
Calling something which spoke only silence
Sitting on the reality
Which hurt perception.
Classifying chaos
Before it could reap the rewards.
Eating the starving
Before pussy could be spoke aloud.
Purchased when humanity wasnt so fashionable.
You could call it ancient
You could call it a disease
Either way it is the only prayer we were ever given.
The one man who could have saved something
Flew in the light
Which sought out love
Only if it wasnt too bright.
