Eddy Seagoon - !Cloud Storage

I profess all my dreams
All the butterflies freed, yet confined in their maladaptive schemas
I confess I'm revealing the prophecised demon
Confused by the meaning of imaginary feeling

In a lung, in a breath, from your tongue, heavy air
Knowing not it was keeping all the secrets
Maybe Mah will discover how we can all become
A sea star in the medulla seabed

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See, these people just get me so goddam stimulated
In their presence I am throbbing like a penis
My brain is at its best when I need room to grasp a breath
(I gasp for air, it seems forever that I'm breathing)

But worst of all, most vulnerable now I need room to take it all in
Tragic falling of the fooligan believer
Mistaken by the scepticism aching in my circulatory system
I'm to blame for everything I don't experience

Experience, experience, experience
Experience is the crux of my existence
Well reaction, reaction, reaction only defines the definition

I'm so sick of mislead dickheads
Tickling my faith
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Misconceptions of my efforts to arrange these connotations

Broken axe fingernails
Picking at snail trails
It's a forest of unproductive semen

I could cut off your ears and you'd still choose to hear
What I wasn't even trying to conceive

Written by:
Edward Breslin

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