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Conjecturing a resurrection for me

Cause I've already buried my mold to the sable curtains

Sustaining me to keep my senses with me

You know that I have a high perception

Contributing affinity to me

Ejaculation of compliments gets poured out of your skull

Crepitation feels lighter when I am cherished

Vagary feels heavier when we recognize the absolutes

I'm nourishing my sensations by counting on you

All the ways get wider while I'm on your peregrination

They're convincing me to play as chivalry

But I've always had my own persuasions

I am leaking through their aperture

Resisting comes the same as denying to me

And I know of my imperfection

I've bestowed my primitive version to the antecedents

I'm chasing after the Will with my cold sweat

I'm not expecting a payment for anything I've given to you

Stained provisions keep inconveniencing me though

Nullity fills the titles

Conclusions expect to be found

Course appreciates hospitality

I am lack of taking it easy

I don't get their scorns and sincerity

They make me distorted

Having censures all around us

Danger never smells from that far

There's no way out here they make us think

There is one thing I know is

That we always get to figure it out

Supposing fictions and their authors

Resolution gives clues of ingredients of the nature fabric

Breeding new seeds to the life inside the phantasmagoria

Resonating creates tunes of softness

Taffy feelings and the grieving

They all exist by the pure integration

And we're having a mess in our minds

Sinks are there to be vomited on them

They don't let us settle

They'll catch you out and put you in a crate to use you later

Victory feels like vigor pills given

Threshold feels so thrilling when the fear gets swaddled with it

Admitting defeat won't let you exhale

Sobbing pushes you to the persistence

And we're here again

Nothing remains as the only right that we know

I can't persuade you that you're having your own freedom

Cause the others give it us and we're giving in

I've never been able to know where my house is

They're trusting their useless laws and forcing us to obey

I've never felt obliged to believe in their God though

I'm storing my secrets in my skull

Until I get furious enough to show idiocy instead of bravery

We are insufficient to be a perfection

Decisions never made by the outsiders like us

We are filling their spaces

And feeling negative

You don't get me when I am impulsive

But my heart belongs to it

I have to speak the truth

It's my reckless flu

I know stuff more than you think

But I'm hushing my mouth

Replying is horrifying when there is no word left to use

I'm fighting with myself and I'm still surviving on defiance

Although the everything happening around us

I am hearing you

As we are linked by the cords,

As they grow longer with us

We'll always get to figure it out

Conjecturing a resurrection for me

Cause I've already buried my mold to the sable curtains

Sustaining me to keep my senses with me

You know that I have a high perception

Contributing affinity to me

Ejaculation of compliments gets poured out of your skull

Crepitation feels lighter when I am cherished

Vagary feels heavier when we recognize the absolutes

All the ways get wider while I'm on your peregrination

Nourishing my sensations by counting on you

I've always had my own persuasions

They're convincing me to play as chivalry

Leaking to my skin to be put in a mold

Resisting comes the same to me as denying

I know of my imperfection

I've bestowed my primitive version to the antecedents

Stained provisions keep inconveniencing me

I'm not expecting a remuneration for anything I've done to you

Nullity fills the titles

Conclusions expect to be found

Course appreciates hospitality

I am lack of taking it easy

I don't get their scorns and sincerity

They make me distorted

Having censures all around us

Danger never smells from that far

There's no way out here they make us think

But we always get to figure it out

Supposing fictions and their authors

Resolution gives clues of ingredients of the fabric

Breeding new seeds to the life inside the phantasmagoria

Resonating creates tunes of softness

Taffy feelings and the grieving

They all exist by pure integration

We're having a mess in our minds

They don't let us settle

They'll catch you out and put you in a crate to use you later

Victory feels like vigor pills given

Admitting defeat won't let you exhale

Sinks are there to be vomited on them

Threshold feels so thrilling when the fear gets swaddled with it

Sobbing pushes you to persistence

Nothing remains as the only right that we know

I can't persuade you to be having your own rules according to relativity

I've never felt obliged to feel the composer

Storing my secrets inside the cranium

Until I go crazy enough to show idiocy instead of bravery

We are insufficient to be a perfection

Decisions never made by the outsiders