Eastern standard time of the dead. HOT CROSSFortune Teller Lyrics
Caught cutting through the running tide. A point invariably moot when you’ve outgrown smarts and frustration is your strongest suit. f**k not lest ye be f**ked. 26 years past my prime as if minutes made a difference. Breathe every breath like it wasn’t a count-down can’t force your way out of a dream purchased with fear. I’ve found my way back there. How can we sit so still when its so hard to look passed the last one you loved; so hard to find what you felt in that touch? Keep in mind, it’s the wisest man that will always be told to forget his ego for a minute and realize that he can’t replace his ass just because he found a crack in it. Wear clocks round our necks like tombstone. You can’t change a mind lost to the hours held so dear, Like ostriches with head in sand we fear our desires. Rhetorical wisdom will always prove to be a locked door a lost chance and all you’ll never see a statement betrayed like your worst enemy. How can I go on searching for these days when I’m standing among them? Bleeding out; portrayed way past a prime tripping over words and playing tricks on time.

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