I'm just a stranger here, despite your everything. I'm not attached to your world of disease. Like father always said (and I can only agree), "Son, they will hate you because they always hated me..." and even though I feel alone, I know that I could never be.
If it's a choice between this veil of ecstasy and all the lonely suffering of seeing things so clearly (if I've said it once, I'll say it twice; I'll say it for all eternity), I'll find all the comfort I need inside this bleeding...and even though I feel alone, I know that I could never be.
Together we are so ugly with rejection, but to our eyes, we're the ones shimmering. I've unplugged the wires from your spine. At first you'll be afraid, but we will be so content...and we will live again. Just crawl across this desert heat and become tragic with me, and now that we are not alone, you know that we could never be.
Nobody knows. Nobody cares. Nobody sees outside our safe haven.
...and we will live again: alone, and so content...
- "Safe Haven," Project 86
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P86...like a punch in the face...full of refreshing...
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