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keeps my mind off all the things my mind's been on
Cause lately I've been panicking a lot
Trying writing, scouring for inspiration where there's not, look

now I'm hurting)
No loving switched my love, conjuring
Damn I feel so lost, can't kick it with no sicker
Reaching back and forth, scouring for my love

Aimlessly scouring the streets you know well
Nothing has come to destroy you
That just came from a false review

Uncertain about what is to come

me all the same

With skull-fragmenting brute force
Hope kept formless, unmaintained
The militant claw of circumstance
Leaves us scouring our own

Scouring in search of your mind
Skin 'round the throat rung in twine
All this time to allot
To that which you sought
The  moon's rays towards you

really matter, I just know I miss my boo
So I sit in my spot, just drinking this Don Julio
Scouring my playlists, tryna figure which mood would go
Girl

OF A GUN
FROM THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN

OK JACK SIT DOWN AND RELAX
NO DREAMING ABOUT OUTBACK TRACKS
NO SCOURING AROUND FOR GOLD
ALL BEEN FOUND SO I’M TOLD

If life's a puzzle I'll stay in pieces forever
Scouring alphabets and trying every single letter
Will I figure this out
Getting by purely on my

Counterfeit scouring of essence
Haughty languishing
Without any quotations
Imitating living functions
Слоган making just for self consciousness
Means

unwind
When words lose their meaning there's nothing to say
From every direction we're losing our way
Scouring the surface to dig up the truth
Can't help

realize
Lucifer's star is twinkling
My mind is scouring secrets
Not any soul will tell
Sometimes to face the demons
You have to walk through hell

I can't

The Whateley House
Was destroyed by an
Invisible monstrosity
It has escaped! The Horror has escaped!
Scouring the town at night
Wrecking, ravaging, destruction

the cloudless evening, scouring the shore
Later the sun will dissolve in a pool of blood
Permeating in this Brazilian Coast

to be ok
Lately voices been crowding up my head so I've been clouding
Them out with drugs by the pound it ain't working so I've been scouring
For

cricket players
Scouring the outskirts of every party
That they weren't invited to in the first place
Looking for cheap gear with a high ratio of fentanyl

when I fucking die
Running away I trip on the sticks and stones
This way is a rigid path, your paradise is up ahead
Scouring the blade
A glimpse of what

Coward
It's now your final hour
Losing grip of power
Scouring the wreckage you have wrought
Acting like your winning as you crash into the rocks
No

I haven't seen before

I am a wanderer, I am ghost
I am invisible, when I want you the most
You are an owl, scouring for mice
You want to build

Scouring the depths of my fractured mind, afraid of the horrors I might find
But eager to shed these binding chains, to live my life unrestrained

a killer but don't push me
Bullets get to showering
Watch out how you look at me
All these bodies towering
Veteran ain't no rookie
You gon be out scouring

really
A condescending voice in my head
Twitching turbulence ahead

Sweating profusely as I try to smother my burning eyes
Scouring the possibility

Overlooked depending on who's scouring
The way she rise would leave the cowards cowering
Plotting on schemes that by the hour bleed, seem incomplete
They seem

And the journey keeps double backwards
I've been searching scouring for hours for arrows
But they're all pointing in circles
And now I've got vertigo
And heard

break
Speaking in tongues
So am I appealing
Like peeling wallpaper
Searching for answers
Scouring for reason
Could you be mine
I know that you're mine
So