Vicarious

31 million seconds per year to contemplate, how the worlds turn leaving you down in this wasteland
The Violence of the ages thrills me, ripping apart my chest to prepare myself for the cutest sight on the darkest night

Drowning in the fountain of youth, living life through the memories of othersI’m a sickness thrown out the memories of so many Americans
I’m a zombie, a monster
Flu like symptoms while they fornicate

Sweat from the distance, my days die for instance
Crawling down a hole in the blue light, my life is a forth night but there is a whores sight
My life is insanity my life has become so real
But these are the messages, the times brought down by victory
These are the messages, inscribed in my guts Image

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