Brandon Nothing

My paradigm thrives in fire
Scanning for obstacles and nothing less
Bombastic senses, I care for you not
I am destroyed from the inside out
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Very frustrating, to forgive you
Down are the bridges, but broken
They can’t be fixed or move on out
I once built a man out of snow
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Beneath my feet is the crashing
Sounds and clashing of bullets
They wet my feet and the feeling
Is rather uncomfortable
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Black operations and underground tracks
Lead me to the depths of mountains
Where underneath I will search
For the rubies and diamonds that surly will be mine
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I am the pendant on your necklace
Dangling and polished
I am held close but hidden
Because my message is one of concern
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Trivial
A proclamation left unheard
A nihilist facing charges of murder
Trivial
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The shining truth has come to meet me
It has delivered a message
One which I knew already
But had ignored for so long
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Your lips are as red as your gown
You’re ready to hit the town
What a wonderful way
To go out with a bang
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You are the smell of chlorine
You are the blood in my veins
You are the bullet in my head
That makes me know now
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Riveting tensions bring so much interest
A keen sense of delight but a historic
Loss is taken from
Depths of sunken ships
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Pain that once was thought to be lost
Has come again, from the scars
That they imprint on all of us
Blank stares pierce your smitten eyes
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I can come to terms with beatings
But not with the shame
The catalyst, long forgotten reasons
Unsteady hand: dip a feather deep
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I deplore the days I spent waiting for today
For nothing on this day brings belief
Ignition does not light my fuel less heart
Nor the wet branches of once tall trees
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Indigenous, we raise our swords
Exiled be those who fall
A waving flag is small when seen
From the window of a castle’s hill
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Solemnly she surrendered after years of vigor
Her hope would never return again
He said I can’t stay long
The dark brought a welcomed song
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Turn to despair
You’re never there
So sad to see
What became of me
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Cryptic tales of dust
We could touch the moon
Ideals about to burst
Gliding viciously down
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Over and over we see it grow
It begins to fade but it grows
Why must it be so big?
It couldn’t have just faded away
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The days draw on
Figures swell the combustible air
Various creeds thrown to the side
Who cares anymore?
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They call it a phase
I call it they’re right
What if I was never meant to belong?
Maybe my dice didn’t roll
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