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So he’s telling you man you gotta find the soul-ution,

find the con-clusion,

and exit your mental being of restless thought and selfish greetings.

but all in all we got a picture perfect landscape,

mapped out in our heads of zombies, walking undead.

He says it helps him spit out truth,

helps him move

helps him breathe,

helps him see life.

LIVELIFELOST paradise,

a state of consciousness between a 5th and a sharp knife.

slower and slower i hold it to the neck of death,

slower and slower it breathes its last breath.

What’s your knife? Your passion, Your gun? Your fate?

What makes you move the way you do?

What makes you say the things you say?

He says the future spins round and round

as blood flows through your veins,

he say pain is based on motive,

that hate is based on pain.

So I reach in my pocket and give him a small piece of paper.

He turns it upside down and it says "reason".

Written by: ~ Viv