luminal spaces
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Solipsism we all is victims of this condition
The disposition where all decisions is
Intuition somewhere in it
Wish that I was in the
Book that someone finished, this one isn't
Greedish hunger we need what we need among us
Seem like that Jesus job is to
Really jus' keep it from us
Seeking under the sheets for a
Answer that's never coming i'm running
But I'm still standing in that same place
I think cuz I need to wonder
I eat ion' even wanna believe me
I'm really deeper than what you seeing
I'm nothing, I'm stuck in a rut, but
Never lost touch of da' clutch
But wit' my luck
I crash and spin the fuck out
My guts in a truck
Impaled wit' a hole in my snug
Inhaling the smoke from above
Jus' painting a picture for you
Still it ain't focused enough
I can't get closer enough
I can't find closure da' fuck
Still tryna learn how to be
Open wit' opening up
Grossily over disgust disposing love
Hope and his trust for focus
Concentration can't be achieved
By lacking emotion
Contemplation don't seem to be
Effective as motion
Most the time you just need to
Get da' fuck out yo' feelings
Half da' time you jus' need to shut
Da' fuck up and feel it