"Breath!"
In in in...
"Please breath out"
... out
"Fuzz your focus"
My cornea is shaking
blurred lines is all I'm taking.
"Vertical lines make everything taller"
Horizontal blinds force the distance to become shorter.
"Resting on numbers, like a blanket of black"
Number 666 digging in my back
"But look at the aisle, of products galore"
My whole life black lines Your whole life a bore
"Breath?"
No
"Please, breath?"
No
I'm only restricted to the patterns of my skin
Watch my veins twist watch my wrinkles spin
"But... the lines"
What the ones all around you?
The ones on everything you own?
The ones that define you?
I'm only restricted to the patterns of my skin
I am part of nature now
And the lines are the prison you're within.
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