In a building of extreme emotional impulse
Oh, a gentle reminder of the day
Nothing for granted
The momentary lusting
The eternal hammer drop
Only in my head do these things ring out
My very heart pounds these nails into the wall
If not for a turbulent period
There would be no pursing or laughing
No need for control
But who needs those things anyway, really
Have you ever stopped to think
Well, you shouldn't
It takes up valuable territory
Where all property is worthless, if not constantly created
Sewn and saturated
The reaping will come
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