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Keep trying,
to dig the sun itâs grave
While I grow
the goals of a slave,
these machines and simpler pimps donât need you
wonât haunt you
and just might eat you
like any girl, shrink, shark, art, dark, heart, marked start will do..
to you, and whomâ¦ever you chooseâ¦.
I wanna fall, till I forget on a field of blooming knives,
And I de-scar, and fall till I forget what baseball cards areâ¦
Whoâs your inspiration, a girl or just another god, or dead philosopher,
What you got,
you got a she you can keepâ¦
No⦠but I am believedâ¦
keep trying to dig the sun its grave
with a shovel or substance,
to light up the coal that you love with,
or do I only describe my own numbnessâ¦
keep trying to dig the sun its grave
with your ice
your ice all over me.
And This chest full of ice
is so not tight