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SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOTHING You can't stop it, the flow of the river The ceaseless flow of all that is, has been, and will be We've heard this all too much before The ever burdening question Life is a sleezy stranger, one that looks vaguely familiar One that just walks by, bursting maggots from its sty I look at the stars above me, and i see nothing I see no divine power I begin to cry, but if it doesn't rain then things will wither and die I look above me and I plead for some kind of sign Just look at the human race, so undeserving of this place We strive for perfection and immortality, but consciously partake in self-destructive acts I inhale this smoke to temporarily purge the unyielding pain we call existence, I think i deserve this moment of self-destruction for I've done it from the start We're all dying from the start I've put too much at stake There's where I come from and where I'm going and I'm stuck somewhere in between Somewhere in the middle of nothing The people I've encountered have given so much to me Those of whom I've so willingly bared my very essence to have taken something away from me So here i sit, my body hijacked Don't stop me, we've heard this all too much before We so love to piss it all away I've unveiled the rest of my life, I want to submerge into slumber Never to awake to this brute reality I've created for myself Too late Youth is beauty, but it's a constant flirt with disaster Oh to return to the days of being naive Too late I can't stop it, we've heard this all before I have an uninvited guest, uninvited blood and tissue Learn from it Live with it Fuck, why not love it? --Lucas Black |
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