death to civil rights

I found myself moving mountains under oceans
Giving up just to make things more profound
Now singing songs of vagabond hope
Peeling from the ground
Forgetting who I am
Until someone calls my name
But those are just the consequences
Of opening in shame

Dialect like androids
And something in between
Combing through the papers
Those who cannot read

Now in a point and shoot reality
And bottles full of wax
Butterflies on chains screaming
"Have you got my fax?!"
Spiraling down bathroom sinks
In a duller shade of red
Escaping on the sublime
There's a banging in my head

Twisting all the fibers
Strengthening the war
Fueling into conflict
When the lights went out before
Now lasting through the morning
Something isn't right
Not a star or sun in darkness shines
Broader than the night





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