(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.

(ending)

Everything stays, right when you left it
Everything stays, but it still changes
Without allegory, rewriting the story
In little ways
Just know that everything stays

r̵͈̂̈͂̿͑̂̒̎̔̆͠͝o̶͙̫̠̭̰̍͐̒̈́̆͋͘͝f̵̛̗̝͚̩͐̊̇͒̀̀͌̊͐̆͗́͘̕ ̴̨̦̖̼̖͓͓̋̿̈́̎͗͗̇̂͝ẹ̸̰̺͙̳̰̭̞̱͋͑ͅm̷̖̳̯̋̏́̽̀̕͜͠ ̴̰̗̠̤̾̽̉͗̈́͂̄̓̐̽̈͜͝w̵͈͔̦͔̬͔̾̌̐͛̈̀̉̈́́͊̀̇͒e̸͙̗͈̗̦̲̪͙̙͖͛͊̆͝ñ̶̛͕̌̑̎̄̿̏ķ̸̝̈́̃̊̔ ̷̢͉͙̖͓͇̲̠̣̗̔͗̓̈́̔̉̈̎͘͠͠ẙ̵̧͎͉̼̪̰̫͖̎̑͘ḛ̷̩͑́̄̿̅h̴͍̞͍͔̜̬͙̟͎͍̠̬͉̒͌̈́̍͗̄͝t̸͓̞͖͚̘̽͋ ̴̧̢̜̘̦͖̟͓̮͚̎̒̔̊̓̔̑̅̐̈̕͝͝ḽ̵͓̌̇̐͊́̐̈́̀̋̉͆͘͠l̷̰̜̝͎̖̞͌̈́a̸̛͚͍̱̪̹̿̂̾̔́̉̐͋̓͊̕͘͜͝ ̴̗͇͙͍̙͚͎̎̐͗͐́s̷̭̻͍͙̬̲̻͍͈͐́̑̾̀̈́̃̌̄̚̚͝’̵̥͛̀̐̃͑͆̐̊͐̆̚̚͘͝͝t̶̨̲͔͚̞̦̼̠̘͋̀̂͊̌͆̆̍̚ͅǻ̸̼̘̫̙͎̲͓̺͈̳̜̗͎̤̌͐͑̂́̅͘̚͝ḧ̴̛͓̟̣̾̽̂͌͆̾̐̈́̃̍͂͝t̷̢̛͖͖̱̰̝͙͙̮͆̉͂͌̄̏̾̍͂ ̵̢͓͚̭̩͉̩͖͈̦̬͖͂͝d̴̜̼͙̗̈́͊́͛͗̍̒̉̈͆̏͆ͅn̷̟͚͇̩̹̣̖͋̂̃ḁ̵̡͕̪̼̮̰͖̪̖͐̏̿
̴̛̳̠͍͉̬̱͎̳͒̊̑̓̓̈́̈̈͆́̐̑͜x̸̩͍̱̘̹̞̺̰̤̗̗̌̐̈́͌͆̎̆̋͗͑́̾̃̂͠a̷̗̲̦̟̞̻̘͔̠̠͕̱͋́͐̅̈́͘m̶̢̦̥̦͕͓͓̻̤̮̮̿́̽̎̆̑̅͌̂̚ ̴̞̔́̇̀̒̃͂̄͗̉͛̋̚͝͝s̶̢̠͉͓͖̼̼̣̤̝̘̮͌̾͗̊̔̀̀̓̊͊į̶͍͇̹͔̭̰̞͚͍̳̾̊͑̔͝ ̴̡̦̞͈̥̪͚̰͉̤͍͙͖̺̻̐̆̿͋̐̚e̵͖͎̯̭̺̗̲̞͓͑̈́̋̃̍̒ͅm̵̢̪̱̝̳̼̅̐̑̋͋́͆̕̚a̸̛̻̼̥͎͉̤̺̫̩̓̆̎̀̌͛̃͜n̵̯̥̘̩͔̮̄̊̈́̽̐̔͗̎̿͑̈́͆̃ ̸̛̜̪̲̬̠̖̻̦̜̜̦̂̆̇̒̈́́̍̄̀̒̉̄̚͠ͅͅͅẏ̸̢̫̳̗͉̲͓͓̮̫̤͖̆̆̒̈́̎̈͜͝M̵̛̯̜̙̋̌̑̓͠
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(reversed)