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letra de lost - magnificent wingspan

was cast in the mold of a makeshift ghost
and i live in a city with no soul
in the wake of a shadow with the ravens and crows
and no other place to call home
i can only pray there’s a pause in the chaos
i can only speculate how sick it’s all made us
it exacerbates the strength of the maladapted thoughts that invade us
fade to blackness one cycle of the sun
at a time lost in translation
through the stained glass
it illuminates the sting of the emptiness all along faces
these nightmares hide in my mind
i’m a sitting duck living up to the pitch blackness
this darkness is a reflection of a cultural sickness
i’m a live it to the bitter end of my breath
and i rid this earth of the burdens keeping me on as a witness
and i rip these stitches open with a broken pair of scissors
sipping on the elixir of apathy
agony is a part of the packaging
in this godforsaken city pity me
as i writhe in the pit with the snakes and the centipedes
came to believe in the shame that was placed in me
by the seed of a cultural black sea
it was an illusory folly
soon to be conduit of misery
conducive to defeat
there’s a reason that we’re k!lling each other when k!lling ourselves
addicted to prescriptions none of them help
in bed with the devil himself
within a corporate cell as our morals melt
becoming liquid regret
we become what we resent
self-centered energy cynicism is what we reflect
cash price on a bag of happiness
american flag sulfur on a match head
bathe in the flame we became what we hate
and the shame is a blade in our back
we’ve acclimated to the weight of the mask
and we lack the strength to regain what we had
self-deception is the game and we laughing
playing strait from the path push back on the fact that we’re lost

beyond the shallows
everyone was there
where they found distant hallowed
we have now been self-aware

found em on the doorstep
far beyond a cyclical orbit
so tell me are you a shooting star or a comet
are you in a daze, lost like the rest
or just another knight trying to throw down the gauntlet
point to the sky saying how far we’ve gone
when the regularity of heavenly bodies taunts them
melancholy in the face of a quiet submission
at the base of a dire condition
felt the folly of my superstition
they still would let others define their religion
promise you lost it, will find it again
inside new beginnings
but why would you listen
theory of moral relativity
where intellectual lemmings breed
quickly quarantine the vicinity
and then ignore it for quantum infinity
the slope astonishingly slippery
i tell you, you gotta be kidding me
hypnotized and caught in the imagery
purports to set you free, yet still imprisoning
literally, and we come undone
from conundrum of conformist
in a video game
with the trees continually
rendering for the forest
these clouds precipitate storms quick
and a bean counter ain’t taking no losses
sum of its parts can it ever be more than
only if you know how to read up on your trend
poured into the porcelain
with the cork in it
by the courtesan
spin a yarn folklore again
didn’t they all go to war to win
be reasonable i implore you then
to deeply reach into the core of this
to each its own the social order sits on
creeping slowly as tortoises
but what’s the point in this if you’re dull and dim
better sharpen up quick if you want to cut it
just another number to them
run of the mill and i want to see somebody win
just another bl-stery wind
above the abyss and a cl-ster of stems
push another b-tton again
antique artifacts that rust in the end

beyond the shallows
everyone was there
where they found distant hallowed
we have now been self-aware

- magnificent wingspan

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