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Authenticity of the mind by BlackDye
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When Collision Strikes by BlackDye
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Store Bought Thoughts by Black Dye
Chemical X by BlackDye
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Store bought Thoughts Shoot me in the head with you're oh, so darling thoughts of condemning . . . and don't tell me you care. . . For one-second of your feedback -- is being blurred out with the song played out for everyone else to hear . . . seasonable tunes of laughter become redundant to your background abyss. . . Your pity and your face, come now to a state of comfort in my detached, and crude awakening . . . drop dead! You can read . . . and if you can -- You will be punished . . . and then skip off hand in hand into the setting dust particles, from your mad explosion . . . sentiments are being pressed against what seems like time. . . And if it were to be spread out and engulfed by all -- what would we have? Nothing to be fought. . . Nothing to consider. and Your oh, so darling thoughts of congregating store bought madness; tells me that you do care. . . And that you care-- only for the lonely manic, that you've become.
Authenticity of the mind-- A maladroit heat from above; hits like ice . . . The touch of one's finger tips -- tickled to feel. Self-evident babble crosses the bridge of conflict. An unanswered question hidden-to heal. Infringe upon the weak! Cunning upon coxcomb. . . Laid on without a frown. . . Unselected thought, deminished through type. Kissed! I would -- kill you . . . Placed on head-- a crown. Reform, amend, reclaim!!! Decline, reject, discard!!! Cut bare to one's feeble place -- Vulnerability . . . Hold it not in your hand -- But in the cache of your head. . . Held! I would -- die. Hold -- to hate you. . . Love? To rape you; of an innocent thought. Authenticity this time, not of a maladroit heat -- but of fire! One that burns bold-Shit in the threshold of grace! Fuck in the presence of standard! Blind the case, and victimize; The eager young souls whom await a chance. . . To reclaime. . . And sold short of some importance
When collision strikes Your bloodshot eyes; stare straight through her window, and see the truth of things. Repeated thoughts of a bombarded outcome are set on high speed, at low volume. . And the Low-Fi picture becomes clear. The static once spoken -- Turn into words of comprehensible differences. . . The reflection and radiance from your light has shun into her eyes and blurred her vision. Pulsating quivers shoot down your back -- and you run for comfort . . . anything that looks like well, supporting shelter. . . Out of breath, you find nothing and realize it's too late. Your act of impulse has left you stunned, in wonder you turn back. . . But light blinded you too, and you're unable to find your way ... and the only thing you can see is her . . . and her -- with no ability to see reality . . . always confused -- Misinterpreting eons of clues, which have ultimately left her clueless . . . Unmentioned; She runs about . . . trying to find her way through . . . and at the same time, you run looking for an escape -- And then collision strikes. And you find yourself face to face with what seems -- you had ran so far away from, and what you had tried so hard again to find . . . and so this ordeal of misdirected thought has left you with a companion, who was eons away from -------- Eons away from (what they thought) a reality, too complex to work.
Defines the edge much better. psychoanalytical perfume justifies power. Continous episodes of misinterpration. Beautiful outer exterior, confused with complex intelligence. defined thoughts. Carless emotional outburst. and I'm trying to get away. Escape is near,but hidden with obstacles -- cures of self-infliction make it difficult. But at what expense? Display your proof of purchase, am I your property? Flaws Define us as humans. Recognize my human characteristics? I am -- unperfected, like human traits. . . Flaws they make me. Like dirty thoughts, what is wrong? Independent nights -- nostalgic. Independent nights -- Alone. . . Abstract like Wassily. And the beauty that prevailed: half nature, half art.
