They're making webs for you
You've got smoke under your eyelids
Burning and turning your perspective
The moment's disengaging
Your energy is a phoenix
My skin is ripping from the interior
My soul is squeezing through my bones
I'm rusting but sharper than ever
I'm cutting everything open
Everyone always wants more out of life
I want less
I want nothing but simplicity
Just and only sleep
Forever.
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