Quiet

I’m bleeding for escape

Fucking for a taste

There’s a place with no time , a place for no crime

gotta go, get it now, before the times too late

Violent storms of inner place

Big booms, bright flashes, all the clashes between you and me

We were raised us verse them, in a jaded united states

Tiny lights in a narrow space

Where lies are killed in silent wait

All your hopes and your fears

Counting every second of every year

All the voices in your head

And all the lines on your forehead

I look into the mirror and see what’s there

See what’s to become

I see what’s up

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