Good Sport by the red scare

Bragaglia waving to digital
without warmth
without friction
speed still smashes
faster than a gear to finger

I can't capture moss decay
no matter how much
it gives lie
to painting restoration brighten shade
my colors won't fade
I'm still trapped in sorry shape
another instance
that stretches on and on and on

Through the tape
I can hear cancer on your breath
It condescends says
I am an instance of a mountain

I can't capture moss decay
no matter how much
it gives lie
to painting restoration brighten shade
My colors won't fade
I'm still trapped in sorry shape
another instance
that streches on and on and on

My past lives are full of shit
no advice coming
you know it and I know it
You collect your arrests like merit badges you pin to your chest
Sitting on the hood of a parked car
light reflecting off a train that's not too far away
and I just hope I can make it
Across the sea and back to say goodbye

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