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filling the void
04:50
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Daydreams of daisies and rainbows on acid.
Pacing in circles around my feelings.
They are empty.
Please mister, sale me a pill to fill the hole.
Please won’t ya please give me a shot to fill the void.
Ravings of madness with visions of sadness
and play things for distractions only work well for so long.
Vultures start to circle.
They smell the peril.
They see despair.
Hyenas on the way.
They know the distance.
It’s within range.
I need your touch, your hands on my skin.
It is what I need to feel whole again.
Please rescue me from the tower built incompletely.
Vultures start to circle.
They smell the peril.
They see despair.
I want your hands connected to my skin.
Touch is what I need to feel whole again.
Come and get me off the ground I’m on.
Raise me from my knees.
Can you stand?
Can you walk?
Can you crawl?
Can you talk?
The last straw is the one that you will draw.
You never know …
When it’s your time.
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The Empress
04:54
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Petrolina
03:51
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Postcards from a Mirage
04:32
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