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by Andrew Packard Aug 2, 2014 category : Life, society / other
"Primal Screams" When I open My Eyes and stretch my arms out wide World Races at me like Lies There's no place to hide Everything's Upside down I am made of dirt No crash; I'm already down Black inside, I just hurt Why do we exist? Wrapped in scars Symbol of the Fist Can't take one more won't fit Breathe deeply molten skies Freezing rigor mortis It burns to feel Alive can't take no more of this But what's unreal Only seems Turn and feel Primal Screams ....