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 PIXELS

i know it's hard babe who could forget?

life is bad and it's not over yet

and the world may be sad, but it's not too far gone

there's still a chance, you gotta keep a hold

feels bad in your heart, there's still some good luck we can make it wearing feathers and capes - what the f̸̼̕u̵͙̐̆c̵̼̘͗k̷̡̿͆ cause all of this time, that you thought it was gone

now it's come back in a different form...

 stars are the only pixels  i call home

all of this time, i thought it was hard

i see i was blind and i’ve had this all wrong

i saved every princess, i'm there with the best

so why am i still such a mess?

the planet i'm on... the nobody sun...

i'm the third-person omnipresent far up above

donut plains...    vanilla dome...   and yet so far from the pixels i call home

G̴͈̞̪̈́̿͛Ĺ̵͇Y̵̰̆P̴̨̹̟̔̐H̶̢̢̨̔ ̶͕͕͉̓T̵̼̭̾R̷͕̄̍Ǐ̵̹͉͝P̵̱̮͒͗ 

t̸o̷ ̷a̶l̸l̴ ̶t̵h̵e̷ ̴p̶e̵r̷s̸o̷n̵s̶ ̴p̶u̶t̶ ̴a̴ ̷w̷o̴r̸d̴ ̷u̴p̸o̸n̷ ̴a̷ ̶p̶a̶g̵e̶
̷t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̵d̴a̴n̷c̷e̴ ̷u̵p̵o̸n̴ ̵a̴ ̷b̶l̷a̶d̴e̶ ̵f̶o̵r̶ ̴w̴h̸o̴m̷ ̶t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̴w̸o̴u̷l̸d̵ ̸e̴x̴p̶l̸a̴i̷n̸
̴w̷h̷e̴r̸e̴ ̸n̴o̶ ̵t̴w̵o̸ ̶p̸l̵e̷r̴s̷o̷n̶ ̸w̶o̸u̷l̵d̷'̷v̶e̷ ̴h̸e̸a̸r̵d̷ ̵t̴h̵e̴ ̵w̸o̴r̸d̵ ̵t̸h̷e̴ ̸s̵a̴m̸e̴
̷i̷t̷'̶s̴ ̴c̶r̶a̴z̴e̸d̵.̸.̴.̷ ̶t̷h̷e̷y̴ ̵r̵u̴n̶ ̸i̴n̶ ̵a̴ ̴m̶a̸z̵e̸ ̴t̸h̶e̶y̴ ̸h̸a̶n̷g̶ ̸i̷n̶ ̴a̴ ̴c̸a̷g̴e̴

̴f̸o̸r̴ ̶a̷l̴l̶ ̸t̷h̴e̵ ̷w̷o̶r̶l̵d̶ ̶i̵s̶ ̶s̸y̶n̷t̵a̴c̶t̴i̷c̴a̸l̸ ̴a̶n̵d̵ ̶s̴t̵r̸a̶n̶g̵e̵
̶h̸y̵s̷t̶e̸r̷i̶a̵ ̵a̷n̷d̶ ̵r̶a̵g̷e̴ ̴a̸n̴d̷ ̵w̷o̶r̶s̶e̵ ̸f̶r̸o̸m̷ ̸w̴h̵i̸c̵h̷ ̷i̷t̷'̷s̷ ̵m̷a̶d̶e̶
̵a̷n̸d̸ ̵n̵o̵w̵ ̵y̶o̸u̶ ̸l̷i̵v̶e̵ ̸t̶h̵e̶ ̶d̸e̸c̶i̷s̷i̷o̴n̸s̶ ̵t̶h̷a̸t̸ ̸y̵o̵u̶ ̷m̸a̶k̶e̷
̸t̸h̴e̵ ̵p̷h̶r̷a̶s̷e̷s̶ ̴t̸h̵a̷t̴ ̷y̷o̶u̶ ̵s̸p̶a̸k̸e̸ ̸o̶n̷ ̵a̸ ̵t̸e̶l̷e̷s̴c̶o̴p̵i̸n̸g̷ ̵s̸t̷a̷g̸e̷

o̸h̸,̴ ̸t̷h̵e̵r̷e̴ ̷y̵o̵u̷ ̷g̴o̴ ̴a̶g̸a̸i̵n̴

̸i̵ ̸g̶i̶v̸e̸ ̴i̷n̷ ̷w̷i̴t̵h̵o̶u̵t̶ ̷a̸ ̸q̵u̸e̷s̶t̶i̴o̴n̴

̶d̶o̴n̴'̶t̴ ̸b̸e̴ ̷s̶h̵y̵ ̴c̴o̸m̶e̸ ̵o̸n̴ ̷a̷n̸d̵ ̷l̴e̵t̴ ̴i̶t̶ ̷w̷r̸i̸t̵h̵e̴

̷t̵s̸k̵ ̷t̴s̴k̴ ̶y̸o̴u̶ ̴b̴e̷e̵n̵ ̷c̷a̷u̴g̴h̸t̴ ̷i̶n̵ ̷a̵ ̴t̶r̷i̶p̴̸

 

o̴h̴ ̸w̴h̸y̵ ̸w̶a̷i̷t̵ ̷o̶n̸ ̷l̶i̷n̵e̸s̶̸

̷w̵h̷o̶'̷ ̶g̷o̴n̵n̴a̴ ̸t̶a̵k̸e̵ ̸t̶h̸a̵t̵ ̵w̵e̶i̴g̸h̴t̴̸ ̵

̸w̶e̶l̸l̷ ̴e̷v̴e̸r̸y̴b̵o̸d̵y̴ ̶t̶h̴i̵n̴k̶ ̵t̵h̵e̶y̶ ̶r̸i̸g̵h̴t̸̴ ̵

̵ ̴i̸ ̸t̴h̵o̷u̵g̷h̴t̶ ̸h̴i̴s̸ ̶l̶i̸p̵s̸ ̸w̴e̵r̵e̶ ̸h̶i̵s̸ ̸n̷o̸s̵e̶̴ ̸ ̷

̴ ̶a̴n̴d̷ ̸h̵i̵s̸ ̷n̶o̵s̷e̵ ̸w̴h̸e̸r̸e̸ ̴h̴i̸s̸ ̵e̷y̵e̸s̸ ̴b̸u̶t̸̵ ̷ ̷ ̶

̶ ̴i̸t̴'̵s̶ ̸s̷o̸m̸e̷t̴h̴i̷n̸ ̸t̷h̷a̷t̶ ̷y̴o̷u̶ ̸n̴e̷v̵e̴r̵ ̸s̵e̶e̵ ̴t̶w̵i̵c̵e̴̸ ̴ ̷ ̵

̴ ̵ ̵i̶ ̴w̵a̷s̷ ̸j̷u̷s̵t̸ ̶r̶i̸c̴k̶e̶t̶i̶n̸g̵ ̸s̸t̵i̵c̵k̸i̸n̸g̶ ̴

t̴h̴i̶s̵ ̷m̷o̸m̵e̸n̶t̵ ̸i̴n̵ ̸t̴i̵m̷e̸̵e̷v̸e̵r̸y̷t̴h̵i̶n̶g̶ ̶

i̸s̵ ̴s̸o̶ ̵f̶u̴c̵k̴i̵n̸g̵ ̷p̷o̸i̶n̸t̴l̷e̴s̶s̶̷d̵o̷n̴ ̸

m̵a̵k̶e̴ ̷m̴e̵ ̸g̵o̵ ̵r̴i̸g̶h̸t̶ ̶c̸l̶i̷c̴k̷ ̶a̴n̴d̴ ̸e̸n̵d̵ ̸t̷h̵i̴s̵ ̷g̶o̵e̷s̸ ̸o̵n̴ ̶a̵n̸d̶ ̶o̴n̴̶

̸o̷h̶,̵ ̶t̴h̸e̶r̸e̴ ̴y̸o̵u̴ ̵g̷o̴ ̴a̷g̷a̴i̸n̸

̶i̵ ̷g̵i̸v̸e̸ ̵i̸n̵,̵ ̶t̵h̴e̸r̶e̸'̶s̶ ̴n̸o̴ ̸u̷s̴e̴ ̶f̴i̴g̵h̴t̶i̵n̴̵

d̵o̷n̷'̷t̶ ̵b̶e̵ ̴s̷h̴y̴,̴ ̴c̴o̷m̵e̶ ̵o̵n̴ ̴n̵o̶w̵ ̴l̷e̶t̵ ̸i̸t̵ ̵f̶r̶y̴̴

t̸s̷k̷ ̸t̴s̷k̵ ̷y̸o̵u̵ ̸b̴e̴e̷n̶ ̵c̴a̶u̶g̴h̴t̶ ̸i̵n̵ ̴a̵ ̷t̵r̶i̸p̵

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O̴ ̷W̸ ̸W̷ ̸ ̸ ̷ ̸

i̶ ̸s̵e̷e̷n̸ ̸t̸h̴e̴m̸ ̵b̶u̷r̶n̴i̵n̷ ̴

i̷ ̶s̴e̸e̴n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̸m̶ ̸b̸u̴r̵n̷i̵n̴̵ ̸ ̵

i̵ ̴s̶e̵e̵n̶ ̷t̵h̷e̵m̶ ̷b̸u̵r̴n̶i̸n̸ ̷o̴u̴t̵̸ ̷ ̶ ̴ ̵ ̶

l̴a̶y̴ ̵d̸o̸w̴n̸ ̸y̵o̵u̵r̶ ̸a̴r̸m̷s̴ ̵a̷h̸ ̸t̷h̶e̶ ̷p̴e̵o̶p̷l̷e̵ ̷w̶h̶o̸ ̸w̴o̴u̸l̴d̷ ̸t̸a̵k̶e̸̶

t̷h̴e̸i̶r̶ ̶b̸l̷a̷d̴e̵s̴ ̴a̸g̴a̴i̶n̷s̶t̶ ̵t̵h̶e̷ ̵w̶e̷i̸g̵h̴t̸,̵

̴t̷h̷e̶r̶e̴'̷s̵ ̴n̴o̴t̷h̸i̷n̸ ̷g̸o̸n̵n̸a̴ ̵c̶h̴a̷n̶g̴e̷̵

h̷e̴r̸e̴ ̸n̸o̴ ̵t̵w̴o̵ ̸p̷e̵a̸s̷a̷n̴t̷s̵ ̴w̸o̵u̴l̴d̴a̵ ̴r̴e̶a̶d̸ ̶y̶o̷u̷r̴ ̸w̸o̶r̶d̷s̴ ̶t̷h̴e̵ ̵s̶a̷m̸e̷̷

u̴n̷l̶e̴s̸s̷ ̶t̴h̴e̶y̴'̵r̶e̶ ̶r̵u̴n̶n̸i̸n̵g̶ ̵i̴n̶ ̵a̷ ̵m̴a̸z̶e̷ ̵

t̵h̴e̴y̵ ̷w̴o̸u̵l̶d̴ ̶h̸a̵n̷g̵ ̶i̶n̷ ̵t̴h̷e̸i̶r̵ ̸o̵w̸n̶ ̸c̷a̴g̷e̸

̴a̷n̷d̸ ̴t̸h̶e̸y̵ ̵w̵o̶u̶l̷d̷ ̵k̷n̷o̵w̵

̵̶t̵h̸e̸r̸e̶ ̷y̷o̸u̶ ̷g̴o̵ ̸a̷g̴a̷i̵n̶̶i̵ ̶g̵i̷v̸e̴ ̸i̷n̴ ̷t̶h̸e̵r̷e̷'̴s̷ ̷n̴o̶ ̴u̵s̶e̵ ̷f̷i̸g̸h̸t̵i̴n̸g̶̶

d̷o̵n̸'̵t̵ ̷b̵e̴ ̷s̸h̵y̶,̷ ̸c̸o̷m̸e̷ ̴o̶n̵ ̵a̵n̸d̴ ̴l̷e̷t̸ ̸i̸t̸ ̷r̸i̸d̴e̴̸t̵s̵k̴ ̶t̶s̸k̴ ̶y̵o̵u̶'̶l̶l̷ ̸b̵e̴ ̵c̶a̴u̴g̵h̶t̵ ̸i̶n̴ ̴a̸ ̶t̸r̷i̷p̴̵̸

 

n̸o̴w̸ ̶w̴a̵t̷c̶h̷ ̸h̸i̸m̶,̶ ̴a̵s̴ ̷h̴e̷ ̸h̸a̶n̸g̸s̷ ̸o̸f̷f̷ ̶t̷h̶e̶ ̴e̵d̶g̸e̶̸h̵e̴ ̶m̸a̶y̷ ̴n̷e̶v̷e̶r̶ ̷g̵e̵t̷ ̴b̸a̶c̸k̵̶n̷o̶w̷'̸s̶ ̵y̵o̷u̴r̸ ̶c̸h̶a̶n̶c̴e̷ ̶t̷o̵ ̴s̶t̶a̷n̸d̸ ̸a̶b̴o̸v̵e̷ ̵a̶n̴d̵ ̷l̴a̶u̷g̷h̶̴w̶h̶e̸n̵ ̵y̵o̵u̴ ̵w̵a̷k̷e̶ ̵o̶n̸ ̵t̶h̴e̷ ̴c̵u̷t̶t̵i̶n̶g̴ ̸r̴o̴o̸m̷ ̴f̸l̸o̴o̵r̶̷y̶o̷u̶'̶r̴e̴ ̵n̷o̵t̷ ̴i̶n̷ ̶t̸h̴e̸ ̵p̴i̴c̷t̷u̵r̵e̶ ̷(̶l̵i̵k̴e̵ ̷y̸o̴u̸ ̴w̵e̴r̸e̶ ̶b̴e̵f̶o̷r̴e̵)̸̸y̸o̴u̴ ̴m̴a̶k̸e̶ ̷t̸h̵i̶s̶ ̵w̴o̴r̴l̵d̸ ̴s̸i̸c̶k̷ ̷&̸ ̵y̸o̴u̸'̵r̴e̶ ̴l̷e̶t̸t̷i̴n̷g̵ ̶l̶o̸o̷s̶e̸ ̵y̸o̵u̷r̸ ̴t̸i̶c̵k̶̸

y̴o̵u̵'̷l̷l̵ ̴k̷n̵o̷w̴ ̸a̷l̶l̸ ̸y̵o̴u̶r̴ ̴l̷i̷f̵e̸ ̶y̸o̷u̶'̶l̵l̶ ̴b̴e̵ ̷c̴a̸u̵g̸h̵t̷ ̴i̵n̷ ̶a̵ ̴t̶r̸i̶p̵

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 SHE TURNS TO SOIL

over time  we all break down...

wallow out into the mire

ghosties roam breathe in the loam

and drag me down

into the snow

there she lay out in the clay

lose your head wake up the dead

and free yourself

from your bones

 

she turns to soil

yes, she turns to soil

 

over time...

she's gone

where oh where so long

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everything you'll ever say
and what you know

and all you can name will slip away

the earth's a grave; but
watch all life dance on the knife
underground

soaked gowns don't boil

yeah, she turns to soil
yes, she turns to soil...

over time
she's gone
where oh where so long ?

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Picture yourself burning out in a hostile world With no way to express

Your boredom

 

Sacked on all sides by a screen

Now you sound like me

And i don’t envy that, i know now

 

I can’t trust you

Although i tell the world i love you

 

How many lives can you lead before you lose track of yourself? and all time

it's quicksand

 

Oh, it’s a sign

That my brain is changing

How many times

Can you rip The Strokes off?

I can’t trust you

now i know it

now that i can’t believe you

Though i know you’re in pain

it’s over

Parallel Lines

NINJINSKY

STROKE

You would have me drift from shore to shore just to find out  You would have beg before you'd ever break me out Ah, but the crosshair is on you  You have no clue  Ah, but the feeling is empty  And no more very soon  But the day-d-d-days upon days upon days that you waste from life  Just to pay, just to pay  But no more than twice  But it's all there... And all you did to find it is beware.

 

You would have me spin from word to word just to find out  You would watch me hang before you'd ever cut me down  Ah, the crosshair in silence  I see right through  And I, I don't ask no favors from no one Nor should you  Still your days upon days upon day That you waste from life  Just to pay, just to pay, and you pay, and you pay  But no more than twice  Now you know that it's all there  It's all there It's all there...  In all you did to find it, please beware.

GHOSTFLY

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