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high high high

i have to get this high
to turn into you
i can touch the sky
and follow through
but my pain has never turned
into this
into a million mile CRY
i'm down on my knees
and i'm still so high
high above the wretched clouds
on my knees and it's raining
on the trees and i'm still
so STUCK, i can't ever leave you
can i cry?
where will it get you?
i wanna try, i wanna try
to turn into you
i want to eat you up
i want inside
i want to be a part of your pride
i can't get away from the fact
that hold me
control me and hold me down
i want to be so much like an angel
from space in a glorious displacement
a series of chains and basements
whips and snakepits
LET ME GET SO HIGH
that i can't feel the ground
this drum that keeps on tightening
till it CRACKS at my skull
at my veins, opens up my heart
and cries for rain
why can't i be that high?
so far away, so removed
from the pain

come on, get me high.

--note, this is not about drugs--

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