when inspiration hits
forcing sleep for tomorrow perpetual workdeath.
when inspiration hits
driving car full of men that make you too scared to speak.
when inspiration hits
driven flacid dull sea in the place that hope comes to die.
when inspiration hits
blame anyone but yourself but believe that is taking blame.
when inspiration hits
dance red and purple across the grapevines of this desolate county painting pictures of time on the windy cliffs of my nightmares.
when the inspiration hits
(still see your face on my eyelids)
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