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Borrowed Words for TruthIf I gotta ride like you want
eating up whatever you got
Keep my lies up, you know
Oh you force it all, oh you need it all
Can I see what’s going wrong with me
I used to have it all, now I’m alone
Lovesick once again
I get slapstick when you walk in
I get so nervous I stutter and flail
I don’t eat,
I’ve gone pale.
Is there a chance you might like me?
You couldn't possibly know how much you mean to me
You couldn't always view inside my tarot
You couldn't possibly find it in your heart to forgive me
We make plans for good times
All neon, all surface
So kiss me before it all gets complicated
I've got a taste for blood
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
I need time to stop moving
I need time to stay useless
We're finding it hard to break the mold
We're finding it hard to be alone
We're finding it hard to have time by ourselves
We have nothing at all to say
Boy, what you go
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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