#1
Blueprints to cover mouths
Tear-duct tape drying eyes
Turn the blue prints to a flesh tone,
Maybe our faces will tone down,
Right with them.

Write with them,
Ideas of a world too long ago to have seen
Too long ago to even imagine
Imagine and encompass all that could be
Silence changes nothing.

No indent in the system,
Just throwing a little bit of grease,
Oiling the machine,
With arguments of inbred delusions,
And losers.

While all we’re doing is smoking,
A couple joints,
Jamming, eating, and joking,
Anything else, we’re just trying to
avoid. Right then, just a simple point, in time.
To us.


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To be honest, I just got a little bit of inspiration from a documentary and ran with it. I finished it in about 10 minutes, so I'd like some feedback and constructive criticism.


Playing guitar is NOT a sport.

Let the RABBITS wear GLASSES
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#3
Thanks.

I think. haha.


Playing guitar is NOT a sport.

Let the RABBITS wear GLASSES
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