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Here's a long evasive story,
Of failed hopes and glories,
Old chandeliers and scratched up 45's.
And some hymns from my procession,
And a couple

possessing
There's no reception
Take em to procession
You could call it an obsession

I'll just wait for the lesson
The people are testing
I keep em guessing

and walk quietly along this funeral procession
I stabbed God in the back and laughed as he created us
I buried loves eyes in the trenches of the honeymoon

will not be my Delilah

The sky is an arc de triumph
We're shackled and blindfolded
Marched out in a mass procession
Like the cover of Gogol's Dead souls

A silent procession, wordless and emotionless
Sounds of his former existence fade
Her face now formless and distorted
Ushered forward by a soundless call

to lose my way to find the feeling

Stuck in a procession
My feet were nailed to the floor
Inertia filled my chest
I had nothing left
You buried my dreams

Walk through the people, moon leads your way
In the procession, drums start to play
They're all here for the festival, no one else needs
In

enough
Under flickering lights
A city shoots its cinema

You love the dislocation 
Extended as a song
Ducking the procession
Into a sand-castle bar

Over

Surrender the unfolding

Among us, the slow revolving
Procession regenerating
Elements collapse into dirt
Consolidating into life

Beyond what we conceive

My flesh divided
Joins the procession
Release our issue into the light
To the cycle bequeath
By releasing, we connect
From soil

of infinite reflection

Too many accepted deceptions 
Can incite you to believe misdirections 
Causing you to miss the procession 
When the saints go marching

clash and I thirst for more
Will you follow me into the void
Look at my gown
Flowing over opal bones
I lead processions
Through the icy air
To stars,

Taken by the ocean and the wind
Procession of broken pieces 
What's left now floating like a V of pelicans

Captured by the slowly falling tide

not being able to save her

I know you made a lapse in your thought processions
You were too turned up on xans and weed
Didn't think about me too much

procession is her whole expression's exotic
Her physical's graded as something related to intergraded numbing chronic
The vicefull obsession of having

it's ugliness
My passion and strength inside expresses this odd procession
No one is you!

Your, your cracks are art
I am art, it's volcano's might

procession
Shirt proceeds
Black fruit
Who dont
To get a hold squeeze
Why be holy
When it took the whole me
Don’t i even know me
Slowly
Tucked in cozy
Why can’t

Everyday perfecting my flow we can always exceed
Cut from different cloth and all that a whole other breed
Of gods and goddesses
This the procession take

to see them bleed

Now in the procession
They pretend compassion
As the punches to faces
From underworld forces
Get stronger

However screams and helpless

resolve get left behind

I focused my lenses
On your iris
Content to shoot your portraits
Arranged in a procession, they're endless
So I took my tired eyes

a shroud
Of lies and deception
This evil perfection
We love to escape to
So stop the procession
Sell your soul to Satan
Your wicked possession
The freak show

never scared
So he doesn't have to hide
He comes accross a demonstration
But thinks it's a fair
So he takes part in the procession
Doesn't take care

refrain
It isn't just the fireworks of dying neurons firing
You are slipping from the grip 
Of that which kept you in the slow procession
Now your feathered

life 
Simmer but don't boil 
Observe a procession of documented hardship 
Then don't look 

Watch a hand placed on a load 
Watch the load swell