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cLOUDDEAD - "Apt. A, Part 1"
Lyrics to Apt. A, Part 1 : dose one: empty things... shes calling, shes calling me tonight, from just inside my lips and ill write her. betterment of the world through wish, wish id fall off, growing distant. ill write her, and pull my face fresh from the waxy palms its kept soft in. why': theres something to the fading of faith. my whole childhood was the broken guitar and my sisters silly yellow blanket. now i carry slender and sexy curved sledge hammers to break the bricks i bought. i should have never went to college, but took a trip to costa rica to cut rainforests to choke myself. dose one: making up miss bobafetet as i go along, why': and rejecting the truths that ive been served. dose one: fool in... besides, tuition for my countenance pressed fine in reverse block, style print, a product of cave drawings gone automated with these loafers and a check book, twisted tightly into, into..i know, a stiletto. dose one and why': do you know how many times ive thought about writing about the paper im writing on' why': i lost my liquid tongue for the wet pen. dose one: i have one mortal wish. why': i dont even know where ive been... in the basement, hugging the gas main. somethings been left out of this game. god, did you remember to render everything' ive seen 1078 sundays and seven borders where the liquid meets land. ive even seen stars, now where the fuck (now where the fuck) is anti-emptiness' (is anti-emptiness) dose one: im leaking into stoned and severed existence. why': ive been consumed by my own breath. illogic: change of face, shapeless, personality switch, transformation, so impersonation of self leads crowds in twos to disintegration. whos in the basement choking a puppet on the pedestal' let a stool pigeon escort those who contort three doors down into the left door on the right hand side. my hand slides into pockets, pull sockets of lead penalty. orbs of red energy, entering the orbit of the morbid northern and southern hemispheres of play caps. place time bombs and rose stems on your axle. clear case. hole in faded ozone layer of doom, sphere of babylon shield, towering above gravity, taking up space in a residence of stars. dose one: a touching story of ungrateful velcro skulled boy, with his tored-off face, and the life-sized sacked marionette hed thought looked an awful lot like him, with his time told and mildewed baby clothes of a business man. jerk, wackoff slumped, and hes tired, sick with bad posturing. one cant hold in. oh hell, theres a king of jungle in him yet. give our young lad middle of americas valise, but spare the gauze, hes losing poet by the gallon. glory, glory, bottom of the quicksands gonna give him a whole lot less to think about, than change that steel trap perspective would perhaps... i aint a scared no more, to make a the difference, stolen heart, and a whole wide world to blame. why': ive been living in a record skipped filmstrip. im falling off the side of the boat and when i hit water, im falling off the side of the boat. i fall asleep hoping tomorrow tastes like poems and honeysuckle. i move slow cause the sky looks bluer when you fuck the order of the day or the way the shelves were meant to fit. i wish i had a pair of stilts to wear while i play the flute in some light-traffic hallway in my old high school. but these are only threats to the seated self. maybe spain is the open-faced smile from some life i saw in a movie, and always thought id live. dose one: jackpot! illogic: congratulations! why': space is potent. [ Apt. A, Part 1 Lyrics ]
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