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PSEUDOPARADISE (NEAR THE EQUATOR) (01/04/2022) back Where blood lands on the palm trees and sand, And it sparkles in the sunlight In the same shades as the sunsets, But kept out of sight just enough To not spoil our guests' holidays. Oh, and I'll find you too... And when we meet, I won't forget to say goodbye, I was conceived in the back of a taxi. I was born into this cavalcade of iron and concrete, I can hear the rolling waves, this place is idyllic, Everyone can agree, We're dying. My feelings can't be arranged into words, You can scream at the sun all day long if you want. There's a lot of money to be made here, But there's no fruit sweet enough to hide the burn. I don't want to read the news again, Mars hides its sensitivities in the strangest ways. I want to live in a dream, You get used to the pricking eventually. You forget it all within moments, I'm just trying to feel something else. Watch Venus kiss Neptune, Watch the Moon rise over the horizon. The greatest city on Earth, It's a breath of fresh air, and it stinks like gasoline, I'm looking for the heart of it... And I don't know if my hands are damp with paint or blood. It's colder than ever before, I've met so many people, and I'm still so alone, And I can't help but feel used, There's not much I can do about it now. I'll see you again, I didn't know I wanted to be back so soon.  |
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