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Never put stock in trees.
They'll tell you tall tales and laugh behind your back.
And when you turn around,
they'll pretend the wind has them occupied.
I know.
The flowers told me this.
Flowers never lie.
Not until they die.
 

Every night you live again.
Searching, seeking.
But I hide.
I am under your floor.
I am in your basement.
You will never find me.
Each morning you find the notes I leave,
telling you I still remain.
Each day you sleep the deathly way.
And I stalk the meadows,
like the shadow of a star.
And so our circle repeats.
I laugh.
Our foolish ways.
 


We're in the Hive. What's sane got to do with it?

Oh what's sane got to do, got to do with it
What's sanity but second hand madness
What's sane got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a chorcolorcamalca
When your mind is broken
 



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