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Falling Down what do you sayFalling Down by *mariecamin
when everything you helped build from the ground
comes falling down
falling down
falling down, falling down
what do you do
when every mother's toil is ripped right from the soil
infront of you
this fortress is falling down
falling down, falling down
how do you cry
when everything we see has been decensitised
there's nothing left in our eyes
this fortress is caving in
we're caving in, caving in
which one of us will sink with the ship?
none of us, for none of us have the humility
or the courage to put up our hand
to say 'I am to blame'
we will run away, run away
when they're ticking off names
at the dusk of
The Human Condition. When a distant sun seeped into our mindThe Human Condition. by ~mariecamin
Spilling o’er the valleys kept shaded
The logic told us to remain denied
So we ripped at our seams ‘til we faded
When our chests expanded, flooding with life
We killed our offspring with our very own hands
Fingers and wrists buried below the pulse line
From dirt to red we raised hell above land
The doubt we housed told us to wreck it all
So we built a creature that scratched our itch
It chewed through all ropes and watched us fall
As shameless pride pulled out the final stitch
Together we march, united as one
At the edge of the sea, we come undone
Gemini. I heard you found a heart underneath your bed last nightGemini. by *mariecamin
and you put it where you never had it
when you were near me
And I heard you looked so beautiful with a lighthouse in your chest
but I cannot believe that because
good things never come without a price
and I bet your heart attack will kill you
like it almost killed me to carry two hearts for the both of us
Bleeding down the walls. There are words waging wars inside my chestBleeding down the walls. by *mariecamin
Nerves and bones are fighting to the death
Hungered adders are writhing at my feet
Waiting, tasting, craving my defeat
My skin against the cold of bathroom floors
Keeps me crying/breathing like a new born
There are wars waging thoughts inside my head
Deficient blood cells battle to their deaths
Hungered dogs are pacing at my feet
Sniffing, sooking, salivating at the teeth
My back against the failure of closed doors
Keeps me silent/bleeding down the walls
overlook me, I'm used to it. I always strain a heart muscle trying to accommodateoverlook me, I'm used to it. by ~mariecamin
foreign things and feelings of inadequacy and temporality
you stain me
I’d bury my hands in dirt if I could
to keep them from fumbling over you
I always grow an extra layer of skin like an animal in winter
my feelings are primal and your revival is imminent because
I’m reliable
I’d throw my ears into the ocean if I could
to keep them from your words of love and dismissal because
if I cannot hear then I cannot care
I always keep my fingers pressed into my chest
because if the bleeding stops then the reminding stops and
everything stops
I’d break my c
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