I have a birthmark on my left arm That no one noticed till I was 7 A couple years ago I washed it away Eyes were scarred that I would do charm Now I’ll never forget that memory again! My bad! It’s my own fault! (No... really!) Not the fact that I’m my own plan, And expect the best from myself! Now all I have are my legs And even they don’t stop when they’re trying to I used to think they could stretch to their own finish Now I know they’ve never been connected at all Now I can’t remember how to repeat myself My eyes were arguing They tore open each other’s tissue Don’t worry! They’ll roll around... I never really headbutted that lighter The growth was not impeded A symbol’s never one for cosmetics I used to think that was high brow... And I used to think my eyelids were swollen And that my infections would die with time And never have the same start in a separate area Now they’ve finally combined I want my hair to look like it does in my shadow Or at least good with pencils in it Maybe I should just stop running through That’s why I like the subconscious most I have a scar on my elbow That reminds me of a burn paralleling a 9 Was it a halve or an incomplete rotation? I couldn’t know..! What does it mean to have an arm? When “reach” is still confined to an action I don’t think I’ve had the chance to cut my fingernails And I will never make a scratch! How much of our body is designed to fall away And not improve itself. This is the first time I haven’t wanted wings! (Everything breathes) (Part 2) You’re fun when you’re not trying to be You’re no fun when you’re trying to be yourself You’re more fun when you’re not having it You’re no fun when you’re trying at all Yesterday I daydreamed i rejected your invite A part of a band is just an idea of a goal I thought you were what caused me to make music I thought you were you I’ve never been one to write about how I feel So thanks for that I guess I wouldn’t be surprised if this is love I said “I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t loved” You can’t kid yourself and say “If you had more time, it would be better” Did we collide or did you just repeat your path? And what would you gain off of answering that? I thought I was a contest for love I fell in love with being me I realized I am just a consolation (constellation) And That I want to be I want you to say that the first one hurts the most So I can say “You’re the first one; I’ve cut out losing” I need to stop falling in love with my friends Or the idea of a stranger Or really just falling at all... (Part 3) I can’t believe in me anymore I do know that I could never move I thought that I would just stay right here At least that’s what was written The ending never sees What the start never finishes And I will never notice that book again I tried to adhere to a time I thought consistency would educate Something new! I really really hoped… I really really hoped for something! I really really tried! I really really tried to be me... There is a body! There will be a mind… I will follow what remains me of a soul And it will be mine You are better without me! I will keep barking my head off I am just as I am Looking back at these old ideas, realizing they once meant something to me My name is max, but that’s not what they know me for…

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No skin and bones But something to climb Sleeping alone Fingers tied themselves In clots around the part It beats at time (the definition of notice) I see the spine of the world Suture the line, assign the control I see the spine of the world I know it's mine Twisted and old You never go Seeking your wing Walk away slow Feel the feather Fuse the way to me Your final song for me I see the spine of the burnt Splinter and graft, invasive light I sense the Just of the score I know he’s mine Twisted in twine I am the nine So you are me We'll fly right into, leftovers Watch it break If we get closer, no closure I see the why of your goal Purpose brings weight, Bury Bruno I made the spine of your world You know your time Twisted in time

*munch* I don’t see Jack as a person anymore I’ve tried so hard to separate me from my art that I forgot what was running I don’t think whenever I talk about myself I didn’t see my present till it was already your past You You You is such a definite I don’t repeat myself when I love you I can only listen to myself And It just said stand, let the wind become your breath, and I will tell you your whole story I am just referencing my own death and not what I want it to be (think trails) At least I know this is where the story starts

This song is about a fisherman! But I didn’t write it If we were all made from dust Then why are you so new? I’d rather your focus be understood than alive But the lark can never tell what’s real Let alone relive itself and connect to the moon We were sunburnt so we couldn’t tell that we were both blushing I didn’t get to blame all the feathers on the ground You told me to swim rather than to molt So I thought talking was a good response Love is awash, so my thoughts are what rule me And improvising is so interesting Because it’s not your instinct that kills the meaning But the potential that gives it feeling Just accept you want a bed to fall on But I still don’t want wings So you pulled the mattress from over the glass And when i landed my own sight cut into my blood But my heart beats the you out of me By connecting us three To the rain You are not like me You’re not like me You are not like me No, you are nothing, like me I love your music because I can’t be apart of it No wonder you stopped recording but kept writing I thought I punched your jaw hard enough But your tongue is still there anyway And the bird’s song is so complex That i wanted to design just one gear But I just had to start with a cycle And not be just Now I think… you are the nest And I found myself by making you But looking back I took everything from what I already knew And made a story out of better ones That’s why you flew into me when you became silent I can’t believe I thought there was a storm Or you had trouble breathing When there’s all this water in the air You don’t like me You just don’t like me You just don’t like me Your bloody one winged Crow washes off in the rain While the Raven flies ahead It’s path covered by the very flood it pierced and there’s no waves no shoes to clean the rain has stopped in place there is only light, but nothing to make a shadow so the dust becomes stars! Darkness is just nothing caused by something And there the bird stays Not floating, not lying It has my eyes And your latest attention You should have seen me when I was me You should have got me when I was you You should have been me when I was young Where we’re going, we don’t need eyes to see

as i said-

slow death I want a slow death I just want a slow death gotta be loud-

I suppose one, eight, nine! haven't seen The earlier claims Could say. I take. A part of my own life. I am separating Trail on a bastard sun Think I would stop clearing my self out In the windows of larks I think I would see my future in my phrases of relatives How simple my heart can be How simple the start can be Frightens me Don't worry we will both find out Just not together Don't worry I am alive I just Can’t feel my thoughts Your hand was drawing It seemed like you were making time Yet Here I am again At the mirror to peek It's all that I thought Then all of a sudden you change We were covered in each other's snot In my childhood pile When it opened, we were already scattered Reworking the same sense How little my heart can see How rippled my scar can be Hyphens me Don't worry we will both find out Just not together Don't worry we will both find out Just not together Don't worry we will both find out Just not together Don't worry we will both find out Just not together Don't worry you and me won’t be alone no more Don't be blurry we have my oath, burn out Just not together I won’t mind now Here I’ll stay again I am reserved to think

Fuck… Let’s make moves, yeah? I will never attempt to write during daylight Hooks lament work if intended to be sharp nay right After the convulsion Rhyme scheme inspired by parasite brain pulsing Or would it be a drafted flow of events? As in the adapted messenger jerks then spins The knife across the sanskrit Especially the way I- (Shit!) [This is the moment where Max stops time for the first] (Time, that is) That seems… rather unrelated Definition of handard time seems semi-slated As in serpent sanctioned Where ink meets blood, same glue for the taking By an absolute lack of gravity, I see the moon at peace Centered in the congealed reflection, I am the only one that can sing (And one capital “O” significant other) By the Pocket watch score, the offer has an obvious swing To think I would throw my crown just to boomerang spawn trees The faulty stick box clinks and hisses Disregarding the prior dust covers‘ commission At least the socket is childproofed As in loose pens don’t bend the tin roof Not to mention sketch lines bleeding through Meta-literal veins (That was my favorite scene) Go with the show Until the grain makes your own cape be held in place Disregard the spikes I prefer entitles that preserve the intention Let alone the ink ribbon holding up the pike An appeal to invention As an imprint once found a lega-screen a termite a splinter Quit quit quit, she’s a quitter , I am that scream (Your ears perked up) But there can be no travel without pressure That’s why my lungs are full My blood absorbs And I separated you The opposite of space The difference between a line and a cord Relies on a cover to nestle Without a face Disregard the address I will contextualize my own mess (But it could have been, well no) Writing is a form of communication My creation refuses 4 charges is all I made Yet a reflection allows to be neglected Contradictions source motifs And rising always leads to ground This is where I am allowed There’s always more to be found when the wind is blowing But I keep seeing these things out of the corner of my eye So it’s not my fault for following fragments of a future That are applied to scattered definitions for a new return The trash that washes up on shore is what the truth learns But can never work up to strike A doorknob mashed into wet paint, never alike Yet this reference book is... calming Like the last breath to a sacrifice, the highlight remains embalming And there’s all this space to fill with beginnings The intern is pissed when a scratch is the ending And Today I learned that glass is made of nothing but points Direct contact assumes communication isn’t in check-joint But that’s the win provision I rely on relaying rallies of rain emissions As in the nature of construction during position It is all about time The escaping river And what the water doesn’t bypass will recoil rather than splinter And I never even mentioned running out I prefer to think of it as a new rejection of doubt With each flight just proving the crack can be loud And I can’t remember the last time I went down... Let alone fall after pushing off It’s the only way to bastion a chrono-light when the arrow is off Differ just to break the loop Scales serve as protection from unconceivable youth The land of the Gnomon Of course the block grows when home can no longer be imagined And I don’t know why I’m so confident in that quandary The neat release of an interval An Isochronic fantasy to what’s considered pivotal Well I say it’s contorted Yet through a period I am absolute in what’s distorted What’s proper is never considered sorted What’s a present if not it’s proportion? With relative, leave To grieve is in line with concession compression stasis’s If death is the answer then who cares what the question is? (Why do I want to?) (I shouldn't have to justify what I process, I shouldn't have anything to do, I’m not even a person, am I? I’m just a problem with your purpose) Gold’s alone Thriving on a cling You’d think after moving the definition of falling would be the clear thing Well that’s about as self-mentored as comparison By that I mean “that” is the solution to a setting’s arrogance There is no brushed sing in terms of annotated experiments I think I've finally realised the difference between transposed and inter-rangable parts It all became so near when I wrote me off as my own heart And I’d be how well that went These references are finally catching what the truth spent Well exits are always separated from where the lark split We scatter to spread difference, but did the meaning really worth it? How can a delay add to why sleep is so important? The benefit of over split chrondensation As in the natural way to repeat things to auto re-mation Later, you awed plan of a motor Where there’s a will, there’s a wheel to escape the credit holder This is re-guarding of a knot town with a span getting colder It’s fucking important Just an opposite of self-wined profit Survival is when you design the tick for the boxes So when =- So there should be more than one And that’s when the chain taught it’s own strength is fun Or at leased the absence gives a clear “done” And where it =- And against all thoughts, a string dials the key to size All these connections are just friction surmised With the twist’s appeal being that it doesn’t bruise Since they were the same metal, breaking tolds the result of what they choose And it’s coarse =- Speaking out to the post scoring of an often seen membrane And not what arbor I display But lever upon spots the escape can par-make Then I met =- have i mentioned blue screws yet? What chapter am i on? Where refract-adly did you lie? =-(You know I’m actually glad to see you!) =-And I really really tried But Bruno was the one who died And is it really surmised That someone mistook his eyes For translators =- If that’s the case, then what is the hunter chasing? I know that halves never shut the hairspring of experience =- Through phasing is what moved the creator =- To a mono-wrote, loss-ridden place == I didn’t freeze, I am frozen in space (This mirror keeps me alive, but it’s driving to make me And I need to save me, but who’s going to save me? Please forgive me for whatever I see When I don’t remember me) *in reverse* There goes the dream again. (Max!) (The rap is scattered) A rough diamond is found out to be clear I always die at the end of my dreams I think it’s the way I can leave This story is ending, but the story never ends The story is ending, but this story never ends This story is ending, but the story never ends The story is ending, but this story never ends

If this isn’t real, then what have I done? You didn’t need a drop to see where I’d run It rained, but the glass refused to make us one Because I could never recall your name But i remember what I called you I thought you were me But you’re really really really me (drop) i thought just cause i was the only one listening you were singing to me But I would never make the ink on your book I just burnt the page so the change would match my eyes And I saw you blooming And the petals just so happened to be black And I could never take the spine I didn’t want to continue to be back How is it fair that you were born a worm? (I thought war was what caused the fight) Who never taught you that morning is the turn? (I thought the link was lost to your time) If I am a bird, then why’d you fly for me? (I thought this tunnel would justly be a line) If this is just setting, then I am underneath (I thought that I didn’t think anymore, then) A death (the end) can be caused by taking something away To want to is to make your hand, title, and pace It’s not rest, It’s the wilting of chance The flow of life will not clog the pen My best art is just drawn over former witnesses To when the dragon burst through my chest! I am an ocean! I am a motion! I am an ocean! I am my own death! Oh, we know! Oh, we knoooooooooww! Oh I know! All I know! Somewhere there is a star that feeds off of your name The wings are fused to the core, but there is no change Moving forward’s only by different centers’ gravity Held in the paths of where the sun broke the moon But the fire suddenly separates from the feeling The astral turns to face a distinct version of herself And there’s no way to describe the colour they each made They’re in real motion now, leaving a trail of what once was For us. Asteroid , make me young! Asteroid, take me young! Asteroid, make me love! You were love, when we were young! This time is different This time “I” is different…

(I love you, I think…) (huh, didn’t expect that!) (I can’t escape me) Let's go to the ending You'll find something waiting Right there where you left it lying upside down When you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded The underside is lighter when you turn it around Everything stays right where you left it Everything stays But it still changes Ever so slightly, the clock ticks lightly In little ways, when everything stays Don’t be interrupted The door will never break The knocks have gotten lighter as the spark turns to drown Keep your eyes wide open, even as the house collapses And the walls are thrown around, the door will never break and everything stays… Just to be picked up later. (laments of a max) A Green shaped life lifted from me You said I was revised from two very brief bodies Once you three had slept soundly But I couldn't keep me around Press the pulses down And stopped on moving ground Hinges squeaking Dull gears cutting away from one another When were we all one other here? Dynamic breathing Yet they'll Stay in an album stacked Same song labeled and separated, name? Go ahead take the moon I know I don't want to run here, accounting nobody Go ahead make a TV I wouldn’t want you feeling hungry Go ahead forsake the cast I know you're only gonna be coming back once Go ahead break it all I know how you've never needed to settle down, slow, stop Has it always been slowing down? Up? No, around The one on the left says to the on the right I will make a very good life for me The one on the right chains to the one on the left Let's take this, one depth at a time… this is time! One on the right breaks to the one on the left You know I will give you all the time I ah I The one on the left explains to the one on the right I think they’ve claimed their mind ( I’m certain I can learn something ) What can i do? Time will just find our memories skewed And I’ll be nothing but what the storage threw So I never cared what remains of you Like elaborated retention Like the definition of home Stopping just to get lost Yeah, I know it ends Yeah, I know it ends Yeah I know I can say everything but… Yeah I knew I’d end (laments of a max’s rest) I can't help but hope My insides were original Now the weight has nothing to rest on And my insides have to sing Songs for the same songs Who say they'll embrace their guess I’ll explore my ruins if I scatter my own chest A Song for the echos Who swear they'll update the next She's selling a light trust when he scatters what he has left A Song for the sane man Who’s already wrote his lament Unnatural creation, That’s the scatter I forgive A Song for broken glass Who says I severed their chest It’ll rearrange truth, if that means apparent death Yes, says, yes, says, yes, says, yes, says, yes, death sǝʎ ʻsǝʎ ʻsǝʎ ʻsǝʎ ʻsǝʎ ʻsǝʎ ʻsǝʎ ʻsǝ⅄ (like a breath in the wind) To slow death I want to slow death I just want to slow death I wanted a slow death! but i just rewound instead... (Laments of a max’s rest) Go ahead take my life I know I don't want to be remembered anyway Go ahead take the choice and all I don't want to go out thinking Go ahead take my clock (pockets) I don’t know that I’m moving forward so Go ahead take it all I know how you've been You've been wanting to, haven’t you, time? To explain all Has it always been writing out? It’s done. My reasoning, plan, replies They will tell you every lie If they’re laid down For just a minute Oh my reaction feels a wing They will tell you everything When I lay down For just a minute... The mattress maker's taking his living by the minute, by the minute The written savior’s making his living by the minute, by the minute (there goes another) The scattered concept accepts his creations by the minute, by the mi-nute The completed mirror (e)rased reliving by the minute, by the minute So, go on ahead now, but just know (a message to be heard) Time, sweet time. Don't fall away from me. Life, it flows only when the ending is known. Rise you rose. Love out of time. You paced me a face I put your love in its place. In your face, I will face, in my own face. 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(reversed)