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The Postman Syndrome

The Postman Syndrome

Schizorabbit And The Face Parade

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Chapter IV

Your pull was lodged through my heart,
and it heats up the cells until life explodes.
When hell comes crashing scream wheres Mr. Fix-It?

One step for flowers in spring.
Two steps destroy what it brings.
Third day, these fools get the joke.
It turns out this pulls jobs to guide us farther.
Im not your nirvana now.

Chapter V

Im here today, to commemorate the soldiers slain,
to paint the pictures of their former homes,
and to grieve for loved ones left alone,
crying longing for each other.
Where is he?
And where is she?
These wars have left us lonely.
Shes cold inside my arms, dead by my hands.
My screams and hers were acts of self-defense.

She can launch a single breath;
Ill take it on the cheek wide-eyed and return the force wed manifest.
She never thought shed pierce my skin.
I never thought Id knock her down but Im point blank,
Im closer than youd think.

Schizorabbit has a habit of watching his back head on into danger.

She keeps me locked inside to muf*le infant screams.
She keeps me locked inside to hide baby from me.
She gives me babys breath around my baby eyes.
Theres no more baby left cause babys gone and died.
Mother keeps me clean; my mother keeps me wise.
She keeps me soft and warm as father slowly dies.
She gives me babys breath around my baby eyes.
Theres no more baby left cause babys gone an died.

Youll move in lines, be careful to entwine your fragile pairs home.

Two minds will separate what two hearts will celebrate.
Flaws that did not exist are shaped by our bloodied fist.

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