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World's Straightest Line
03:26
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Your accident, like, “peek-a-boo! Here I am.” Filters paint the foreground red. So, there I stand.If you want it, you’ve gotta feed it every day. The lead bleeds indecencies—the price you pay.
We both know what you came for, baby. I’m out here riding the tide. A sickness for tragedy; somehow, I’m making it mine.
Some yellow tape, a brief Act Two, and we all go home. The seed is spent, a two-car wreck; we’re more alone.
If you flaunt it, you’ve gotta need it in every way. A scene queen, dead frequencies—my prize you pay.
We both know what you came for, baby. I’m out here riding the tide. A sickness for tragedy; somehow, I’m making it mine.
Whatever it is, I can make it mine. I’m drawing the world’s shortest, straightest line.
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Course Corrections
05:16
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“Wake up! Roll call,” echoes down the hall. Shadows on the wall. Wise words for you all: “Do just what I tell you to, or I will unleash hell on you.”
In charge and on guard. Give an inch, they take a yard. If you want peace, don’t spare the rod. Closed fist—your new god.
“You must think that I’m naïve; you would do the same to me. ”Can’t believe what he just said. This place is getting to my head.
You’re tail or you’re teeth, but the cycle completes. Fake prison with a real priest. Vipers in the ivy.
“I have seen the awful truth: I would do the same to you.” Can’t believe what I just said. This place is getting to my head.
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