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the bond, as brittle as the leaves?

We'll all be waiting at the edge of the grass, come on
Or maybe talking on the hill near the road, come on
We'll kick

the distance and the strain it puts on everything 

The dust settles like snow 
The darkness covers you 
Smooth edges smothered and 
Sharp edges broken with

here in efforts to
Rescue the sweetness of the sun on skin
Shine a light on the good in you

Parades by the motorcade
For crowd surfing the silver pure

are changing they are flawed, flipped off
Wanna get my life off the edges, I edge everything but my passion
Had to learn that life moves with action, I

at the edges
Gnawed on, incomplete
Run to the yellowing lights
Into street after street

Feel every breath
green shadow of the overpass
Granite dust in the eyes

a spit like a Glock when it dump
I'm on the edge with a chop in the trunk
Bro you ain't score on the wok in a month
No
Call me conceited I'm calling it

getting them lies
By the Government, we be told how to LIVE
This is my life, I know how to LIVE
Give me a chance, Coz soon i might LEAVE
This shXt be,

rhythms are in the mythic

I live that life to da limit
Get hype get paid by da minute
I see the mass of resisting
I speak my mic unassisted
I live that

Hologram
Hologram
I'll be waiting here just for you
Hologram
Hologram
Simulated til I break through
Looks like the edge of my story
New terminal

Long hours wept as they left
Watching the ribbon
Spin from the fan
I opened up the tired fireplace
Cleaned the dust between
These tuning pegs
Then

Santo Domingo

Phil Ochs

There But for Fortune

1989

The marines have landed on the shores
Of Santo Domingo

The unsmiling sun is shining down upon
The singing soldiers
In the cloud dust whirl they whistle

Every day a new escape i awake
Looking for the sun
Hoping that I never break on the edge
Wanting me to trip and fall
Feeling every eye on me ignore

the car keys in it
I'm getting out

Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs

and the melody
We ride Mercedes, we rich like crazy
When the stone turns to dust it marks the end of a journey 

The day turns into night, as starlight passes by

Frequencies are picked up by the tweeter, Take me to your speakers,
Fully off the chain and off the meter
Take me to your speakers,
Mixing up

and we slowly close our eyes as life passes us by
Our bodies turn to ashes and our loved ones into dust how can we be so blind

We are sitting on shoulders

Fuck it! Fuck it! Hey, ayy (A presentation by myself)
Different colors in the van, I'm just feelin myself
Fuck it! Fuck it! Yo

I was trippin off

a lie, but you'll be there to the end
So straight edge, I can never make up my mind
I'll drop you off, then go home and unwind
Shooting up, there's still

might
Wrench-n-torch welcome sight
Climb that riggin' burn that bolt
Fix conveyors coal dust, smoke
Climbin' here, fixin' there
Hundreds feet up in

itself a human
When it is nothing
And I am nothing
Born from dust
Happy and carefree
Until destiny meets me
And destiny breaks me
I turn to dust
Happily
I

Anxiously! I watch the sky
While a lonely crow flies by
It's cold and gloomy in the park
Shimmering moonlight in the dark
Serenity! Gives way to fear

gotta be gone
And my one concern
Is taking any bodily harm
My life is a storm
Relationship crisis a mess
And when I'm chilling by myself
I feel it tight

Disorder
Civilisation Crossed Edge
Of Collapsing
Horror
Chemical Fires Light Up
Death Rainig Black
Skies
Enviable The Ones Who Die
In Burning Ruins

Take this soul... my song is the most
1, 2, 3 nights we can boast!
With all the scent, feels in the air
Is not a thing, that we should care
Dance on dust