Empty Space 

The world I leave behind 
Recycled pain
False love I kill me with
Is psychic drain.
The empty state abandoned me and mine
Cultural desease sickening wine
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You will never see me dying here
There is no space for me to die.
The world I dreamt was always very near
It always reaches out for me.
Don’t you turn around to hesitate
Instead learn to levitate. 
Don’t you learn to love before you hate
Hate is the motor, [bad word] from the heart.

Stars that shine like ivory 
Cool down and die.
Elephants fly winged and cream - like by.
football - star lost pace
His feet are sore.
The pearly gates rejoice cry out for more
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Sometimes I’m caught in a world between dreaming and waking,
Then screaming and shaking [bad word] to me,
monster, a violent dream.
Well, all I can do is just keep still and await him
For him to grab a hold of me.
I’m caught in a web called a dream and I hate it.
He’ll get his share of me
He’ll get every bit of me out in his empty space.
I fell from grace with God 
Who made me lose his name and then his face.
Did God ever have a name?
Did God ever have a face?
And if not could you learn to love a God 
Without a face?
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