Love and life, hate and endings
Emotions felt all at once
These space rocks fuckin with my soul
Feel like I’m bursting, solar flare rollin
Wish I could translate these things
The astral realm fits right on me
Like that grateful dead hoodie
I’m singing now, getting on my boogie
Take a picture, can’t capture it all
My aura, my power, my scars
Feel like transcendence right around the corner
But all too afraid that involves the coroner
Trying to find what’s right
I feel strong, but at the same time the weakest
My ill translations, come out the bleakest
Astral body, I’m giving off Phoenix
Getting off my soul pleasers, weenin
Do I become impaired or enhanced
In my mind all the lights dance
But this is just confusing me
I feel the ocean the river connects me to
But will I ever swim in it again?
My lil pool, but mine is gone
All dried up, I made it run
Leaky faucet, yeah faucet failure
But I’m lacking drip, and my soul’s tenure
Am I holding this property
Carrying on barely just properly
The ice is in my veins is mixed with flame
This old song in my head remains the same
Fire and ice, dire and nice
Bipolar lights, aurora borealis
Shine across the night sky, with slight malice
Followed by reconstructive renderings
Then return it to tender things
Restart this life, no, cease this life
Every time it comes back we start to fight
Why can’t I be one with nature
My ancestors have saturated my nature
I just love, wish it could go where it wants
But hate barks back, and it daunts
Just like every old loving soul haunts me
To bring their world back, or start the story
Of how the human essence got back it’s glory
Can I do it though? Without that gory
War that always comes, followed by mourning
And in that blood soaked morning
Love and hate gone, perished, still a moor
But that little flame comes back and we learn to adore
But it starts when L and M walk through the door
Forever tangled in an ongoing battle
What’s more beautiful, the hearse or the rattle
Both occur at the same time
But one more than the other, leading to grime
An over abundance of transferred energy
But it is transferred once more and so is the clergy
The characters involved in the resurrection
That’s why we need this insurrection
But once again, who knows the true direction?
Maybe we can find it with the right inspection
But it’s always determined by a flawed perspective
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