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Villain of the War

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Where the river turns to grin
Just in sight
Is all you've wanted there in view
And it's been waiting your whole life
There's a city built on prisms and campfires
And there's a tent for me and you
In the sky there are swells of our favorite colors
When I wake up you are there by my side
I like waking up with you
You remind me I'm alive
Scent of burnt wood and cinnamon powder
Fills the air we share and soon
Everything's out of focus
It all loses meaning

I know from each story
It's just another thought
I watch you see right through it
Then tell me to move on
It all stems from a movement
And I am just a dot
You hydra to consume it
Two soon replace what was
Young once
Cause its fluid
We swiftly pass along
And make way for the newest
It already is gone
What possibly could prove it
The smallest fucking sum
The bitterest solution
The most literal love

What's the worth
You weigh a bitter outcome
Better outcome
Bet it

Death ends
In a feathered out glum
With or without some event

Crave a cure?
Well they give it out
But you have to first accept it

The dry dirt kissed the river now all of us know God and satan

In the streets there are lamps lit by enzymes
We both stare and barely move
Then emergences phase in
I can feel myself drifting in and out time
But right now remains for you
Our love could give a f*ck about matter displacement
We are spinning running out of reasons why
Its unfair to share a tomb
Cause our friends like to say things
When I turn and ask you if things are alright
You look at me confused
You say "we've been alright ever since our creation"

I know from each story
It's just another thought
I watch you see right through it
Then tell me to move on
It all stems from a movement
And I am just a dot
You hydra to consume it
Two soon replace what was
Young once
Cause its fluid
We swiftly pass along
And make way for the newest
It already is gone
What possibly could prove it
The smallest fucking sum
The bitterest solution
The most literal love

What's the worth
You weigh a bitter outcome
Better outcome
Bet it

Death ends
In a feathered out glum
With or without some event

Crave a cure?
Well they give it out
But you have to first accept it

The dry dirt
kissed the river now all of us
know God and satan

We were born of this earth
Born of a quark
Dithered to dumb
It all is just words
When we succomb
We're reborn as shirts
Tattered and sewn up
Given a worth

Cant be sure
If a bitter outcomes a better outcome
I bet that

Death ends
In a feathered out glum
With or without some event

Crave a cure?
Well they give it out
But you have to first accept it

The dry dirt kissed the river now all of us know God and satan

Simple always ends up simple
Intertwined always ends up in a bruise

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