
chore - trifler lyrics
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to the field of earth design
a farmer is drunk in my circle for research and time
warped heads and they were three feet high and ready to fly
open head surgery
pretty
green
falling sky
your alcoholic history: into a battle high, a .22 and ready to die
warped hearts and alien whine
i need air
beliefs
my mouth is full of hair
“it’s so dark in here”
shaking hands with seven fingers
thinning herds and passing time
my life is the sixth station of the cross
i want to sound like an alarmist and that’s alright
your concern is a slap in the face
i want to pass through closed doors
a nod for the effort, a statement
a closed door
i wake up and pray that my dreams are not premonitions
oh yeah
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