The feeling is alive
the mood is pacing
not gold if it isnt worth chasing
im racing with no laces tied
still i walk head held high
looking beyond your ordinary hi
still never understanding why
its a process its all processed
never digested straight to the belly of the beast
where thoughts reek like a human diseased
teenage wasteland elderly spaced camp
maps of lies torment all directions
earthquakes tamper bass line sessions
rule of thumb dont bite what feeds
knowledge comes the size of seeds
nothing is what is known so
why is everything nothing at all.
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