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The scornful face of saturation, scorn, and heartless compassion.
A fully synthetic being functioning solely on a drive for acceptance, appeal, absence of thought, corrupting all I hold dear.
A sharp drive through the heart of my conviction, my heartfelt compassion.
Pull this rusty blade, place it in the ground, buried next to my fallen hopes.
Level my utopia, flood this perfect world with cover-up and hairspray, diet pills and vomit.
Starve my siblings.
Turn my child against herself.

Our heads are a couple of cases
And I am everything and miserable without you.
Three thousand miles can hold so much.
These miles of land.
The land is separation.

How much desperation in between?

Yesterday I fought the moon and lost. But I am lunar now, so "we got to get out" and today I made a better version of a good diversion, more to keep us mergin'. And get head of the new crowd. The new blood, the new guns, the young sons. You say you got a better plan, well I'd love to hear it for the first time. If great minds think alike then were the hell is the fight? It's found under our shirts, we're bound to find our hands in this mess. Just leave it an open ended question, division. I am missin', the whole point. We set these homes on fire, no dealin with our trails, our secrets keep us admired and with our hands in the dirt out bodies call us liars. Division, communism, I am missin', the whole point.

Built to walk the plank,
No wagons this time,
Just sails ships and hearts,
We've crossed the maps of punk rock,
And taken all we mock,
And tied it up with ropes around our hands,
We're going to take this to our graves,
(To our sea graves),