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Falling backwards needing sight
Resurrecting consciousness opening eyes
Eyes opening erecting the rest of the conscience
Til I see demise

Waiting for nothing to happen
Or that’s how it seems
Lately everything is happening so fast
So fast is everything so fast is everything nothing is too slow
Slowly grinding to the breaking point
Point break the end good game
Life, The game of t’aint it so fun?
Breaking to pieces it lays
Left to rot and suffer fester and decay
Executive order failing
It seems at some point you have to rebuild

Assemble together all the pieces
Burn it down to build it up
Bigger greater paradise
A simple plan to weed out the frustrating
Simple-tons of information
We still seem to look away
Even thinkers can live in a fantasy
Executrickyness failing
It seems the purging is nearly complete
Executrickyness in mind
Profits exploitation leaving a worse demise
I shall instill upon them creating all of these puppets of mine

Falling forward regain sight
The guilt of past actions has shed some light
Sweating bullets evidently are on the table
Gently ponder why
The choices have been made
Where shall I leave the piece of mind
Perhaps upon the wall

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from A Quaint Anatomical Impossibility, released July 7, 2015

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