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down melon colored tunnels

drenched in humanity

drownding in silver coated piss

have we all come to this

 

so pull me in, pull me by, pull me into the speed

these broken records i wont play

the words i wont relay

 

trained to belong

to a class

filled with pigs that cease to breath

so I've said

angels with broken heads

write my love letters

traces of sweetness float in my dreams

 

so pull me in, pull me by, pull me into the speed

these broken records i wont play

the words i wont relay

 

will we hang our children

eat the seed that destroys

bound by our greed

eyes nailed shut with decite

lost in a day

when the angels have begun

to slip and fade

into the tunnel of time

i rewind

i find

i see

 

so pull me in

pull me by

pull me under

the speed

broken records

in my head

broken records

i wont play

the message

i wont relay