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  1. Dan29142

    Another random song

    A word i made up, that turns out has been used by other before. Killing of fantasy is what it means to me. Just sounded cool basically
  2. Dan29142

    Another random song

    Empty out the sandbox, things still tend to grow Waiting for an echo in the mountains far below Almost stopped to hear the footsteps lift up off the ground As I walked away, I realized never again would they be found I understand the reckoning, while the rooster rarely crows Trudging through this evergreen, against the wind that never blows And when it captures everything It chews and spits the whole And now the days that I felt all right Have been used only to sterilize My own fantacide Father make it so, what I had spoken long ago I haven't gone the distance, but theres time to take it slow Still afraid it doesn't bother me, still thinking I'm so cold In silence I can't hear at all, in riots, sound controls Pull another quarter, and nauseate the ride Some things seem to me so small, with you still clinging to my side But when I find the weakness I hang it out to dry And now those days that I felt all right Have been used only to sterilize My own fantacide Climb into this hole So heavy on my chest Ashes burning around me From a man I never blessed I'll head home for the journey And improvise the rest Saint of roads not walked upon, do my prayers still overflow If I ressurect formality ,can you kill this undertow Whispered lines from withered songs- the harness begs for me alone Crawling across the dunes of time, reaching out to tilt the cornerstone To take me back to spotlights, every hour of every day Im too tired to feel unstable, In this spinning glass I stay And now the days that I felt all right Have been used only to sterilize My own fantacide
  3. Dark silk draped over my shoulders Drags the floor, followed by its beholders Jewels harnessed in gold capture my name Such a beautiful cage for my brain He who lives by the sword shall also pass Only with more to strive for But the chance to carry me again Is more than enough to die for
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