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Supernova

I tried to tell myself that this, was all a way to get lost within,

And in the end it was imminent that I’d lose my shit, no medicine. (no medicine)

No predicate. A synthesis of percolated innocence

mixed with, A feeling so derelict. Arrogance. (AHHH!)

Changing face, reconstruct my name. It was all the same. (All the same)

Tired brain, aching for acres of refrain. Anger. (fuck it all)

Made me able to anticipate the angles.

The angels were a sanctum, a slippery stable.

A faded fake fable, I fainted in a fatal

Fickle state of danger. Stained are the blank addles

Of this mind, not able, to pick up the staples

That could make me stable, had to rid myself from the cradle. (no home)

Oh, the truth feels like a supernova,

Hearts may explode but the world is never over.

Find that strength is closer stop looking over shoulders.

Climbing boulders of this life just means we’re getting older.

Oh, the truth feels like a supernova,

Hearts may explode but the world is never over.

Find that strength is closer stop looking over shoulders.

Climbing boulders of this life just means we’re getting older.

I banished thoughts and actions that held me down in practice. (banished)

Active addict of madness, rip the root from the lattice.

Static status, sadness refused to ever vanish. (it did)

I’ve had it, with the thoughts and feelings so tragic.

I smashed it, crash to the floor, never to look back again. (Crash)

And in the end it seemed to be, equally a destiny.

How could I’ve ever been released if you never stood next to me? (how?)

Took these hands, soaked. Wash, rinse and repeat.

Scoop up the streets and eat, feet flee from the teat.

Even he weak, fumbling from a steep sleep. Knees

Need peace from a ceased seize. Please keep dreams,

A cheap tease that I believed to be a cyclone in repeat.

Easily sweet relief. I seek my own destiny. (I do)

Blessed to be free from cowardice and deceit.

Meet the new me, a feast, the world is at my feet. (It is)

I’ll set my own course, sail around the seven seas.

Oh, the truth feels like a supernova,

Hearts may explode but the world is never over.

Find that strength is closer stop looking over shoulders.

Climbing boulders of this life just means we’re getting older.

Oh, the truth feels like a supernova,

Hearts may explode but the world is never over

Find that strength is closer stop looking over shoulders.

Climbing boulders of this life just means we’re getting older.

Thought I’d take a step back, reflect but I’m past that. (I am)

Past regret, passed the test of my own jest. (mmhmm)

Confess that I messed with my inner intent.

Instead of steps I counted breaths and lost less.

Now I guess next best was excusing all the rest.

Sex transgressed yes, through feelings repressed.

Broke bread and bled, never listened to my head. (never)

Fed the dead with what I said now I’ll never lay again.

Changed the way I perceive myself, started seeing all the wealth.

Health regained and I became the best image of myself.

Put the fear back on the shelf, stopped living a life so stealth.

Opened up my heart and starting giving back some help.

In any case I’ll make a way to take away fate.

Stake claim to my life no shame or refrain.

Aim for Space with these thoughts, the world is no place (no place)

To feel left out when we are all made of the same clay.

Oh, the truth feels like a supernova,

Hearts may explode but the world is never over.

Find that strength is closer stop looking over shoulders.

Climbing boulders of this life just means we’re getting older.

Oh, the truth feels like a supernova,

Hearts may explode but the world is never over

Find that strength is closer stop looking over shoulders.

Climbing boulders of this life just means we’re getting older.

Lost In Transit

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