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Breathe in, for all of my friends
And it depends on the strength of the seminole wind
Whether or not I'm distraught
Smoke a whole bag of pot
I'll walk one inch from the highway
The reasons I do things my way
Suffering sideways.
So get your fill and then,
Strangle your children,
Little epiphany leads to
A world of pills and,
You know when you're high
When all there's left to do is cry,
I just can't let go
I stare up at the machine.
Choking, on delicate wings,
Intricate things,
Like the impossible flings,
That i'm in a constant pursuit of,
While my wings are all glued up,
And my heart is put on a ledged
And the length to the ground is endless,
So happy as I look at the sky,
Dark, brown, and wicked eyes die.
I can see in the life of a stream
I can feel a force with no remorse
Summon a power at the unholiest hour
I'll see you in your dreams.