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I came by invitation to general Chelsea mayhem
And going on to somewhere
Yes I was going somewhere

A Single random meeting with your eyes
And now I

you to your putrefaction
Divine fallacies spreading false hope and sense of security
Built on nothing more than blessed extortion filth and greed

building up if it don't go way we gotta give  it up Whatever happen to meeting me at the crossroads instead of of speaking 
Just listen see How this all goes

Ten years later,
Texting a guy that will never reply
False sense of hope that he'll wake up one day and realize you're right
(Two hours of wasted time)

the people I'm meeting
and their memorable faces
Here i am nice to meet you
Leaves no marks left no traces

I don't recall it
I won't remember
I don't remember

Seems to Be on My Mind

Suburban Kids with Biblical Names

#3

Lost track of what I had to get done
Not meeting anyone
Stuck in one place while the snowflakes all come down
Oh they're coming down
Yeah,

Emerge anew
The catalyst has shown its teeth
It feeds from elements and breeds a sense of clarity
Clairvoyant are we
We depart from the sheath
This

the fire.
The moment to inspire
The mind, the senses and insight.

The vision we had together.
The words we have share.
The shadows we laugh at.
They are only

getting I had to prepare
A meeting I never wanted to attend
That night I lost one of my best friends

A night not soon forgotten
A conversation about

the flame of new truth has burned all hominal

IX
While immersing into the pit of dark misteries
The Senses have become sharp
The Stars faded away, There is

you better make sure that your fit
The Mayan calendar was right about 2020
This the end game and the end times
I remember meeting you at Project Coach
I

and I turn
My senses are heightened and overwhelming whelming

My lost mind is trying to avoid
This meeting with unknown joy
And I should be more calm

You found me 
A suspicious meeting ends without
sense
There was a deal 
Clouds seem to warn me  
Clouds seem to warn me 

I feel like 
I´ve lost

There's someone who keeps saying ""I love you""
But it's no more important, it just makes no sense to you.
Yes, I do.
And there's someone who doesn't

for meaning

Try to recall an early sense of calm but it's fading-
Rushing away from the distant storm that it's meeting.
Restless and frenzied

Chance meeting one night
Was a dream that seemed so right
Is now a love gone cold
Two hearts now grown old

But they forget it tonight
And dance by

pestilence and war.
They warn of arithmetic means not meeting geometric growth.
We want a clean Earth and prosperity but doubt we'll have both.

So we use our

Easy words
Pre-made warmth served to calm the fearing soul
Bitter taste
Smelled like forced handshakes and broken ice
Senses blown

but then from time

As I wait for dawn to break, late at night;
I sense the lonely and dark waiting of the vessels,
Then the command makes me hear the boats meeting the sea,

If I stop and look inside me
My empty body sitting on this chair
Attending meeting my soul is dying
Trying to care or listen to what you say

Then I

dissolve, dissolve, dissolve, dissolve, dissolve

I just can't get it right
We're strangers meeting in far off lands, echoes of mine
I'm in a different time

casually. 
I learned to bite from my teachers who were biters. 

I got senses and I know how to use 'em. 
I'm a user and both my parents wore glasses.

the lights
Why? 
Is all this noise so damn serious 
None of you people make sense 
Yell in my face all that you want 
I circumvent now
My last twelve probably

I feel like it's all tied in
And to it's kind of sense of purpose

PROXIMITY there's this
The nice the utopian idea would
Be that it reaches
Towards