The Running

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Droplets to an ocean, I've ran through all my emotions
Capture me all the quotients, divided by the explosions
A pyre inside the pyrex, pirate everything private
Society pleases its sires, signs sing indecisive
Mind mingling in mazes, times speaks in phrases
Rhymes on a ream of paper, crime eats up the tasers
My own kind breaches the faces meant to take blame
My dictated paranoia is the day that I face faith
In actuality, it's everyday that I break shame
So the mist of guilt never get the gist of real
So hold up your crowns high, hold up all of your souls
Ever refuse to let go, not for the chains or the scrolls
Let them buy a piece of that pious, I'll never be compliant
They gave me a heart of ice, I melt it with a thousand fires
So like droplets to an ocean
I run like the waters burying all that's spoken

Bury me in flow (Bury, bury)
Bury me in flow (Buried, buried)
Buried

Aggregate of acronyms and agitation from past tense
Past tensing over scent tracking monsters
Deep water jaws that keep gnawing on and
Cuts of a cloth from the screen like a God yelling action
Or it's anti
Can I, grab tight to the very words my hand write
Wait, you wager that I wade, invade
Outpace, save face, I am, you ain't
These waters, I swim through, I've been you
Not into the waves as they speak harsher
Salt water on my wounds when I dig for the truth
Dictate the rules for my rig full of youth
Ask the rains to stay to mask away the pain
The past today is strange in casket full of blame
So measure my memories in a scale of how deep it runs
I'll touch mother earth's feet and where the streams are done

Bury me in flow (Bury, bury)
Bury me in flow (Buried, buried)
Buried

Feeling kind of solipsistic
The kind where all my wishes
Deny me all the difference
I'll lost him but I'll get him
Temporal check-ins
Fly back to where he lived in
I lost him but I'll get him
I lost him but I'll get him
I'm going back whatever it takes
Anything could break, yeah
But these hands will always try to
Try it's best to touch it
Touch another phantom
Touch another phantom
Touch another phantom
So I'm kind of optimistic
Even if my life I gotta risk it
Might deny me all the difference
I know my hands no longer exist
Phasing through my visions

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