SANTA MONICA. (Instrumental)
GOING COASTAL. (EP)
Prod. By Blũ Tha Gürū
Be careful of curses,
For all you curse
Shall come onto you tenfold each time
Four each wish you made
To destroy another
I sent him out of my mind;
I've shattered glass in my eyes
My ions
Lions, Wild
An exact science
Biology
Below me
Open world
Horror show
Broken mirrors no more
Costs for the show
I'm making arrangements to end it all
I'm sick and deranged sacred
Now all my scars are fireburns
And markers, highlighters
Words
Breaths of reason
Fears
For galaxies of angels
prayers for
Freedom
Sacred tongues
Of north
Summer stones
Fall for Auguest
Love for all
The broken
shatters art
Glass it is
Tears in my
All
The heart is silent
Now but
Sould does sing
When finished weeping
Keep this secret close
and hold to hide
The tides of red
Ions, mars
tears of broken glasses
Seonces
shattered
Glass
Tears of
Blood
After all,
I loved him
I pushed him from my mind
-forgotten.
I should stop lighting candles.
Fuck that, I should order more.
What do you think that one was?
What it always is.
What it always was, I guess.
You called the comics.
I asked for–
Nevermind.
Sometimes it's best at all to do nothing,
“The indifference doesn't matter.”
–but it has to.
(then it never mattered.)
…and wish to belong,
knowing all the well you won't
And that it all is,
Temporary.
It never used to be this shifty.
I actually never had a reason to believe in the paranormal.
It's all paranormal.
I took apart each dimension carefully,
Sector by sector,
And let it remain as it was–
Tactile.
I became complacent
In knowing that all of death,
‘The Grand illusion”
Was also just more of life,
In another way–
And wherever the previous thing was,
‘The Past'
Was another place.
We're gonna need new windshield wipers.
Why's that.
I think it's raining blood.
…that's strange.
{Enter The Multiverse}
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