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virtual bird - waste drones lyrics

it is may 2nd of three in the morning
there is a person that takes charge in indulging their delusions
the almost screaming backdrop of this endless staircase only going downward resembles that of other france is vacant painting
twisted in [?] beaten with hammers
i’ll beat you with hammers
is that in the merry protagonist sheepishly giggling to themself as to not draw any concern
statue asks perfection
the pretentious bible thumper thumps away with its enormous windpipes larger than neurological doubt
the facade of permanence
the guilty pleasure in forgiveness
there is no forgiveness, closeted bigotry
there is no forgiveness or justice, at all
if you’re afraid of changing and you’re holding on
you’ll see devils tearing your life away
but if you’ve made your peace
then the devils are really angels bringing you from this place
the longer you put off the extinguishing of resistance to your own body
the harder it gets to free yourself
the longer it takes you to shed this morning skin
the more it feels like you’re digging further into h+ll
masochism knows no bound
sadism is a double end sword
[?]
graves with cameras watching from below
paranoid someone will spit on my grave
i want to watch from where i go
mortal life on a usb, it’s always recorded and served
spirits of consumers never know thy bound
for grifters, not the [?] will be deeper underground
dollar signs on every tombstone
buckle in the t+rd
the corpses carry wires tucked inside of their fancy shirt
for a paranoid god and [?] sea
streamlining the afterlife is not as pretty as it seems
you can be however and whatever that you want
so long as whenever isn’t cold, however, isn’t tough
you can be the one that sings
you can practice stuff
just allow me to do my job and shut the f+ck up
gender shouldn’t matter, oh yes, what a turner phrase
yeah, i bet you think a lot differently than what you always say
my gender matters to me, though i suppose i chose the name
it isn’t up to anyone how these chosen names get made
so pardon me, i have to sleep the day away
i’d rather live my life in nightmares than hear you say that you hate everyone because that’s a f+cking shame
i’d rather spend my time in h+ll than pretending that you can change

- virtual bird lyrics

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