11:29 Or 4:44
the clock say's 11:29 but i think it might be 4:44
the hands aren't moving up or down and we did
that some old dance of death for days in the world
of blue and gold " hey come here and kiss me i
love it when you can't see whats coming at you "
you run and run but you can't escape it till you die
i think i'm going insane but the feeling of life left
me years ago when we killed the one with snake
eyes , now the day has come but its still dark
outside and we danced till we felt life re-enter our
lifeless bodies like the sun stretching over barren
flats we all see it differently but its still the same
it's hell . the clock says 12:35 but i still think its
4:44, in hell no time passes for the damned . the
seven seals were broken by a single blinded soul.
i feel the worms crawl in and out , in and out. the
lies coming at me like flies , the flies making up
stories about wives taking advantage of cats .
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