Static Home

Flying Raccoon Suit

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Profuse of energy
Like a drive that carries me
Gears turning gears of nothing
Erase all that’s left of this codependency
Like a flash on the screen of my static home

Come forth to seize the bright decay
I find it hard to rise above the scene
The sentiment is all but lost on me

Artificial heart, can I see through
And know where it starts?
It’s a vatic art whose strains are
Left a mountain apart
Distraction customized your
Wasting time as another disguise
Watching problems pass me by
Out the window of my static home

Come forth to seize the bright decay
I find it hard to rise above the scene
The sentiment is all but lost on me
It takes me away