Take me where the tides start 
And i can pull you into me 
You're pressure [bad word] gravity 
Your corona is reaching Consequences 
Misting all my lenses

It [bad word] back to me

Broken down folio 
Collects like dust around my head 
And lightly rings and clings 
Can't be shaken off the last 
Like characters we less and mess 
Your rig goes damnation now to appease you 
There's nothing i can save for this 
No fold it up into a fist 
No violent string 
No flight-path 
No cream 
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Don't kiss me
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No use to me 

Infrared to find you 
I fly in to remind you 
I burnt my universe for you 
Attracted to opposing poles 
And anti-matter protocols 

In seconds flat you're history 
No use to me, no mystery 
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