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Pineapple Juice & The Tough Stuffed OliveExtraction, a need for informationCold stare, precludes the devastation Pre-planned, meticulous Knowledge base, a knowledge base Silver tongued, latch on the lies The human condition is what I despise Crystal rim brought up to crimson From within I release a smile A lie that defiles, a lie that defiles Salt rubbing on a swollen lip Cracked and broken A crimson crevice set into my jaw From a fight I hadn't seen coming Memories flash a hidden agenda Punctuated, I reflect to the fist And face in the floor My gaze cuts to the truth, for it is written Forced within walls, of self-incarceration Will I let it be, free as I give into the feelings I The feelings I The glass now broken in my palm Cutting to the bone Have I lost all control? Not even the Xanax now ground into powder I bite can help me get a grip on this world Now we stare across a canyon made of liquor and lies Biding over time until we die |