MindOverMatter

By Cunabear

On Gold Version

Released on May 15, 2014

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I once saw tiny bears getting high inside of 9 inch drain pipes, in a city full of rain water that never seems to filters me softer

I prefer to climb up to the highest balcony to view the suburbs, than drown my inquisitive nature in a tub full of paint drainer

And thinner

And glimmer

Perversion of my nature for trying to tell the truth to my forsakers

Exclusion of her facial features to entice the pervert risk-takers

Yo

May your enemies remember the day you gave them flowers in exchange for shiners

May your families remember the night you left their comfort for the trenches

Your girlfriend might deny your proposal inside her favorite diner, but at least you have her exposure on your cellular for the nightly gut wrenches

The last shadows of your hope stretch long and lanky in the sunset; Once it sets, the rain begins again, and it pours and pours and pours

So I guess these seeds can never really fucking flourish

Well shit...

I once heard the speakers speaking “Storms make trees take deeper roots”, But with a ridged concrete flooring and poison-gassed glass ceiling, who would really want to set up camp here anyways?

The sun and the moon had an interstellar fight, now this was many years ago:

The moon had stolen the suns light at night and proclaimed it as his own

And they are no longer friends

And they are no longer enemies

Just familiar strangers with a handful of foggy, half-assed memories

There once was a time that popularity was opposing affinity

Now we’re both positive, so you’ll just want to get rid of me

I was angry. (I’m Sorry.)

I didn’t mean what I said

I was happy. (I’m Sorry.)

I didn’t mean what I said

I’m sorry

I never seem to say or do the right thing

But I’m trying

I wish that counts for something...

This isn’t hardcore ‘84

This is feeder for the musical future

Treat my verse as an ambassador to poetic critics death drum

This is nothing special

I’m just conversing my heart’s anthem

Converting verbs to mp3 and display them in prose-museums

The disconnect before the punch connects is savage feared and dangerous

The reconnect over lunch corrects the violence with soup and sandwich

But I threw the first punch so it’s never exactly even

Until you flex

Puff chest

Cock back and-