MY SKIN.
THE DOTTED OUTLINE TO MY MISERY.
LIKE A WALL, TRYING TO KEEP TWO WORLDS AT PEACE. ITS BRICKS ARE LIKE FIRE TO A BRIDGE.
LIKE HALF TRUTHS TO A DISPUTE.
THEY CONCEAL WHAT'S OH-SO VULNERABLE AND TRUE.
I'M A MIRROR IMAGE OF MODERN TIMES. I'M A FAILED STATE OF STARVING MIMES.
MY BONES.
BENT UNDER THE WEIGHT OF ALL THE THINGS I EVER HAD TO BE. SO I WAIT FOR THEM TO BREAK AND SET ME FREE.
PACKED TO THE RIM WITH LONG EXPIRED ORDER,
STRUGGLING TO PATCH ALL OF MY SLOWLY CRACKING BORDERS.
I'M A MIRROR IMAGE OF MODERN TIMES. I'M A FAILED STATE OF STARVING MIMES. I'M A MIRROR IMAGE OF MODERN TIMES. I'M A FAILED STATE.
WHILE THE VULTURES CIRCLE UNDEFEATED MONUMENTS OF IRONY TO BE COMPLETED, BEFORE THEY TEAR MY HEART RIGHT OUT AND FREE ME FROM TRUE FEELINGS, STUFF MY RIB CAGE WITH DENIAL,
THAT FILLS A LIFETIME WITH NO MEANING.
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Been waiting 8 years to hear Jack and Chicken bounce vocals off each other again. And holy shit is it worth it. If you have any hesitations about buying this, your reasons are 100% invalid. Greg Andersson