It wasn't right or correct but inhabited my mind
It hurts, the days, from my head
It's far too heard to notice
That the stone of your soul falls into place
When you think the wrong of right things
I didn't hurt you I just caused you mind to think about pain
You think I did but it never infected your lungs blowing your thoughts straight out
You stare and see nothing I stare and see everything
You think your clever think again for your bodied self
I knew, you know, the wrong hopes or dreams
Like little people taking over waging wars, starting fights, like little lice taking over scratching the brain cells of development
It's far too wrong to think right
Peace no syphonic life... Just questions no answers
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