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#OregonWouldz a worldfilled with too late thanks and non believers to them i say do I have to bend these lines to accomidate must i send my soul back in time to study the signs and gather rymes of forgotten grime that might keep the keeper and his keys at the gate thanks but sorrys too late a fate sealed in the moment paused on tape lost in blank space every line holding the unknown fate each word read aloud every sentence a blade of hate a drop of blood in a sea of debate a thrown stone at the feet of a defiant giant feared in a sleeping state defied by lies when awake a low lying secret the slow rise of its escape peering eyes onto unsettled crowds of gathered sins in well shrouded drapes of hell bound snakes unseen fakes in a low lighted place mirroring the reflection of its red round face now out loud in speech invisible wave lengths of sound found in grains of sand in some wave along some beach a testament to preach at the mercy of endless too many too late thanks let me be free hell even just let me be don't have to unlock the gate just give me the keys fresh tennies and new ripped jeans at home in the closet await I don't need your sorries sorry but thanks is a little too late I don't need your thanks but thanks sorrys a little too late 2 ships with wind and the shift of seas let me breath free just let me be and don't hate but never wrong nope don't let me be forget the key I already picked the lock on the gate just move yourself from where ur standing cuz ur the only thing that stands in my way
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a worldfilled with too late thanks and non believers to them i say do I have to bend these lines to accomidate must i send my soul back in time to study the signs and gather rymes of forgotten grime that might keep the keeper and his keys at the gate thanks but sorrys too late a fate sealed in the moment paused on tape lost in blank space every line holding the unknown fate each word read aloud every sentence a blade of hate a drop of blood in a sea of debate a thrown stone at the feet of a defiant giant feared in a sleeping state defied by lies when awake a low lying secret the slow rise of its escape peering eyes onto unsettled crowds of gathered sins in well shrouded drapes of hell bound snakes unseen fakes in a low lighted place mirroring the reflection of its red round face now out loud in speech invisible wave lengths of sound found in grains of sand in some wave along some beach a testament to preach at the mercy of endless too many too late thanks let me be free hell even just let me be don't have to unlock the gate just give me the keys fresh tennies and new ripped jeans at home in the closet await I don't need your sorries sorry but thanks is a little too late I don't need your thanks but thanks sorrys a little too late 2 ships with wind and the shift of seas let me breath free just let me be and don't hate but never wrong nope don't let me be forget the key I already picked the lock on the gate just move yourself from where ur standing cuz ur the only thing that stands in my way