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slow delusion is demanding
of repeated histories
I will die inside the lines of
countless thousand other dreams
further down below
I’m swimming through the static
growing cynical
and the edge is symptomatic
through the panic I find my peace
dive slow
shatter into the sun
too close
pressure I can’t outrun
and I know I can’t be the only one
drowning
how far can we sink into the abyss
face yourself for once
I’m averse to acquiescence
to a digital time leech
losing ground in keeping essence
with our spirits being breached
how much love is lost
when the rush is automatic
when you mime along
and the notes all ring chromatic
through the panic I find my peace
on the other side
of the pact I made with grief
dive slow
shatter into the sun
too close
pressure I can’t outrun
and I know I can’t be the only one
drowning
how far can we sink into the abyss
face yourself for once
the bar is dropping lower
and the air is growing thinner
we’re on the wrong side of the surface
and we’re going under
we’re on the wrong side of a loaded gun
we’ll freeze beneath an indifferent sun
face yourself
face yourself for once
