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Tiltwheel Battle Hymns For Recluse Youth

piece together particle by particle smash at everything complete arrange in sequence so some semblence can be reached distorted dreams of dying in my

blow off that depressant top what remains is not fluf pick that ladder climb up just don't jump float above no need to fly dunk those bastards pass them

i'm feeling good when i'm feeling low i feel like telling you where to go you say "let it it out tell me i'm your bro trust me" then you tell everyone

i'm jaded and i won't fall for anything there;s a hole in my head but i can't see out. ship to shore our captains lost become ceramic and turned to dust dredge for

was so normal as a lad, kissed his mom and hugged his dad and his freinds the fun they had, playing war and acting bad, the days went on but time stood