I’ve been drowned, confusion is so long
Grey clouds and sounds, with whom do we belong?
Tongue twisted, the curse not lifted, and what was I to say?
Well the masts were broken, but the ship was sinking anyway.
Speaker,
Sit alone on the bleachers,
The forest listens through shrouds of green hair,
But don’t you know, that they’ve begun to stare.
Teacher,
Sit alone on the bleachers,
(Teacher x3)
The art of dying slowly, is one of beauty,
Paralyzed, hypnotized, into reality,
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