The blood vessels have clocked in overtime
The interpretive belts have tightened around my face
The moisture inside does a pas jeté
Skyward into the atmosphere’s stage
Time’s edging closer off the skyscraper
And the garrotte just gets tighter and tighter
If only I could get my nails under my skin
Tear it to shreds and let the flesh elevate

Because only the espers know what lies underneath
A rotting corpse? Or a coating of amethyst?
And I know wherever you might be hiding
You’ll only notice me in the corner of your eyes
If I’m radiating the elements from my shell
The late night album parties
The all day game marathons
I’ll beat it all down to a bloody pulp, so it’s bitesize

You think your orbiting a million miles away
But when you hear the way
I’ve turned molten obstructions of a waitresses grind
Into golden temples, broken down into their binary forms
Your perception will gain a fuchsia mist
And your heart will invent indents where I’ve touched it
But there’s no way the damage can be cultivated
When my tongues strapped to my molars
And I’m letting life pass me by
Your my greatest motivation, to unfasten the straps

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