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letra de the warming - accent

the warming

i am so high, i might die tonight, or morning
light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning

red alert, red alert, but i’ve been forewarned
i can’t feel my face, my hands or my forearms
all’s numb when it comes to feeling, double vision
gives me four palms, s’far flown i touch the ceiling of my building
illin’, puke spittin’, drool thickened
stool piegeon, soon tippin’, room spinnin’ for doom’s entrance
a huge sentence looms with vengeance cruelly in distance
and zooms rend’rin’ human existence a gruelled experience
foolish indifferent fixes that i choose when spoons are litted
include injections shooting a liquid that soothes but sickens
usage threatens, but it too is a tool or weapon
that removes stress, so that fruits nectar and juice is venom
how soon will death come? a spec from beyond awakens
that starts faded and becomes larger’s i fall adjacent
the bright white light array excites me as it greatens
it almost grazes when i get a frightening warm sensation

i am so high, i might die tonight, or morning
light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning me

danger, danger, i’m t–tering on the edge of it
bleeding on my sleeve where the needle was squeezed to get it in
from ease to deadliness, with what placebos are better than
“never ‘gain will i need my medicine”’s a dreamer’s sentiment
my ending is, and it seems that i meant to send me this
however regret is the enemy of men selection-less
stretching lips, ‘vent’lly rip, merely wet from the flesh’s drip
‘cause negligence prevents expression when in an extended trip
i gently split from where i sit to air and drift
i stare at him, he stares again, we share this, then a pair of men
this fairy land of merriment’s of no comparison
‘though those sailing winds are ferrying me towards a fear of death
dodos bury their heads, under the dirt and see
a bulb that gleams with perfect sheen and thus the bird is free
but the bird is we, as him & i, once one now furthering
this curious thing illuminates then aches & burns me deep

i am so high, i might die tonight, or morning
light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning

code orange, code orange, who’d know this’d go the farthest
no one can own this torment still roaming in solid form
and the coldness that’s slowly fallen as snow in a homely garden
or’s frozen in lonely forests a notion that’s almost foreign
this nose has chosen a target that grows and the goal’s enormous
the warmth of that glow is harshening the closer it pulls me towards it
now scorching holding me moti’nless, smoke & organs
my bones become stones on a faulty course or the road of the poor and hopeless
my molten form wet, scolds yet is soaking dormant
engulfed in the bod’ly ocean that’s morphed from my mode’s emulsion
no ghostly explorer roams through the globe when its core is stolen
in hopes that a door will open exposing a golden fortress
thrown from our world as soulless, no solace amongst the homing
my love was to flow beyond but resulted in horrid fortune
ignorant to world that’s wholesome. dope encroaches the dome
that is pr-ne to the smaller tokens of coping with those emotions

i am so high, i might die tonight, or morning
light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning

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